Grief Handbook, Part 13

Today would have been my parents’ 45th Wedding Anniversary, if you can even wrap your head around that much of a life spent in pursuit of love with another person.  45 years, with ups and downs, of course, but my dad, to the day she died, called my mom his “Bride.”

I miss you, Mom.  So very much.  And I know Dad misses you, too.

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