Tuesday; June 2
If my math is correct, today would have been my parents’ 63 rd wedding anniversary. My Mom passed away a few years ago – shortly after their 59 th anniversary, so even though they didn’t make 60, they had a pretty good run. My parents were High School sweethearts who ventured off on a journey that would initially take them from the coast of Florida, to the desert of West Texas and the mountains of New Mexico, then back to the Southeast again. They survived a lot of moves (my Dad was a minister for most of my childhood), they lived on a limited (but livable) wage and endured the emotional trauma of losing a child in a tragic accident. They buried a close, personal friend who was killed in the war in Viet Nam; celebrated a lot of weddings, experienced the birth of their grandchildren and the adoption of their great grandchildren. Their years together will filled with some incredible highs and debilitating valleys. As I look back at my parents’ marriage three