My dad would have been 81 years old, today - which is only slightly more difficult to grasp than the fact he's been gone for about 16 1/2 years. He passed away very suddenly at the age of 64. Too young by any calculation.
I found this picture of my mom and dad on their wedding day; July 16, 1955. It was clearly a happy time for both of them, as it should have been. My dad would have been just shy of 23 years.
They would have celebrated 42 years of marriage the year he passed away. Not all the time in between marriage and his death were happy for them. I suppose you'd be hard pressed to find any couple 42 years married who said all of it was a piece of cake.
They had their issues.
But, don't we all?
There are people in my family who think they have all the answers. I wish I could impart to them the truth; the real story behind what created happiness and what created strife. The real story of my dad and his 64 years.
I miss you, Dad. I still have the letter you wrote to me when I moved to Seattle. It still makes me cry. But I'm awfully glad you wrote it.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
With all my love,