Our Love Story Ed and June Titus E d and June Titus are no naïve youths embarking on a future life together. They have lived years with all the ups and downs that go with life. Octogenarians don’t jump into marriage without a lot of deep thought and assessing the projected challenges. There are health concerns, family issues, financial matters, let alone the woes of changing the bride’s name. Ed, a third-generation Thomasville native, had spent 29 years in the U.S. Navy, and when Hurri- cane Andrew, in 1992, absconded with all his pos- sessions in Miami, he moved back to Thomasville. Single for more than two decades, he was adamant that he would remain that way. June, recently wid- owed, had moved to Thomasville in 2012. June was not looking for marriage after 52 years of marriage, when the couple met in Sunday school at First Pres- byterian Church in Thomasville. But, she thought Ed was interesting, especially since he flirted with her. The couple’s first date was in January 2013. June fell in love. Ed fell in “like.” June wrote a lot of love poetry those days. Over the next five years they enjoyed one anoth- er’s company, but neither one considered marriage as a viable option. “Why get married at our age, when we can live our lives separately and still enjoy spending time with one another?” Health concerns loomed; how would our families react? But they both often voiced to one another the belief that God had brought them together. But still, why marry? A hot water tank and a tree intervened. June had bought a little house in Huntington Pointe, where she was comfortable and liked her neighbors. She entertained Ed there almost every day. One evening Ed was in her living room eating ice cream, 48 February - March 2019 Thomasville Scene when June, typically barefooted, walked over to the thermostat to change the setting. Her feet got wet. The water was coming from the water heater closet. Water was everywhere. She called the first plumber in the book and he laid aside his fishing pole and came immediately. It was an easy fix, but it left a mess. The next morning, Sunday, there was heavy rain. June stayed home from church to clean up the mess and dry out the carpet. While she was clean- ing, she heard a loud crash. A large tree broke off and fell into the back yard, missing the corner of her bedroom by eight inches. She measured it. Over the next few days she had increasing mis- givings about living in a house and being respon- sible for such events. One morning she was sitting in her chair praying, and she had an overwhelming sense that she needed to sell her house and move into an apartment. She talked it over with Ed and made up her mind. She put her name in at an apartment complex, and listed her house. The house sold before the official listing was posted. She saw that as a “God moment,” but the apartment would not be available for two to three months. What was God doing? What would she do? Ed suggested that she should put everything in storage and move into his downstairs room with a private bath until the apartment was available. She did. This was the end of May 2018. Things seemed to work well with them living in the same house but separately. She cooked, he washed dishes; she helped with laundry and cleaning. It was a good setup. A call came from the apartment in mid-July: the apartment would be available early August. June told Ed she would be moving August 7.