I like to think my grandparents were the most glamorous people alive.

This photo was taken in Breezy Point, NY where they would spend each summer (that's my dad in the middle). My grandfather was from Syria and owned a factory that manufactured robes. My grandmother was Irish and a hostess at a restaurant. She was forced to leave school at 14 and work since she was raised by a single mother with 4 girls.

Old school Mirin

Here they are on Breezy Point again. My grandma's style is on point. They met one night when my grandmother was out with her friends and she needed a ride home, her friend suggested my grandfather because "he was trustworthy" and lived in that direction. He drove her home and that was that. Scandal alert: she was engaged to a Blue Angel pilot at the time. After she broke it off for my grandfather, he was so upset he threw the engagement ring in the Hudson river.

Here they are on their first date. After dinner they went up to a rooftop to enjoy the New York skyline and there was a burning building in the distance. They would later find out it was my grandfather's factory.

This is a picture of my grandfather during WW2. He was assigned to the meteorological intelligence unit of Patton's army, which was entrusted with the task of determining the optimal weather conditions for the D day invasion of Normandy.

His exceptional score on the army intelligence test led him to this assignment, despite having only 1 year of college and no background in meteorology.

Here is my grandmother at 16 (on the left).

And here they are dancing at their daughters wedding. I like to say that only in America can a Syrian boy from Aleppo and an Irish girl get married. edit: not *literally* the only place, I'm aware.

That's all, I just wanted to let their love story live on a little longer.