Sixty years ago today my parents were married in a little church chapel on a Thursday evening. Mom wore a blue dress; dad wore a navy blue blazer and grey trousers. Mom was a young widow, Dad was a mature bachelor, having spent his 20s fighting a world war, and getting an education. (G and I were married in the same chapel 40 years later.) My oldest sister, Mom’s daughter from her first marriage, was the flower girl.

Dad has been gone for over 40 years and I still miss him every day. Mom is with us and thriving in her early 90s.

It was tough to find a picture of the two of them together. Dad was always the guy behind the camera. Selfie sticks are an annoyance, but at least you have a photo of you with your loved ones.

I struggled with how to commemorate this anniversary. How does the one left behind celebrate? Mom will say that it was a nice day, and Dad was such a good guy. If I post on Facebook I fear it will bring a tear to Mom’s eye, so I’ll make my commemoration here.

I’m so grateful they found each other. Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad! We love you!

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