Ruth Bell Graham is dead. Some may know her husband Billy, who described the secret of their 60-plus year marriage:
“Ruth and I are happily incompatible.”
I can relate. Compatibility is overrated. Ruth apparently agreed with Billy’s assessment. But when asked if she and her husband always agreed on everything, she said:
“My goodness, no! If we did, there would be no need for one of us!”
I can’t begin to imagine Billy’s grief–and the anticipation of joining his wife in a place strangely devoid of osteoarthritis, water on the brain, strokes and the other ailments that the Grahams have suffered in recent years.