This is my mom and dad’s wedding picture. How young and beautiful they were! How full of hope and joy.
Together they built a home, a family, and a career. There were joys and sorrow, triumphs and disappointments. Adventures and everyday life. As Zorba put it, the whole catastrophe.
A little more than twenty years later he was dead and she was left to rear the family they’d made together by herself. She soldiered on with her typical courage—working, completing a masters degree, seeing her children educated and off with lives and families of their own.
How they would have loved seeing their eldest grandchild married two weekends ago. I wish they could have seen it. My siblings and I were there to rejoice in it for them.
Now she’s gone, too, and there are only a few who remember and an inscription in the ring that I wear. It all flies away so quickly.
Happy Anniversary, Mama and Daddy!
In the few photos you’ve shown, your mother has a radiance about her. Was your father smitten and thrilled when she accepted?
Old photos capture moments which soon become poignant memories. What a wonderful wedding picture moment you have of your parents. And, the fact that you continue to honor them, the way you do, reflects well on you.
Your description of your wonderful parents brought quite a few tears to my eyes.
My parents lived that life too. I’m a Baby Boomer, and they were the World War 2 Generation- they were the greatest.
Thanx for the great tribute to them; it’s a tribute to parents everywhere.
Your mom’s a babe.
Your dad, well, he looks like you, IIRC.
As a young girl my mom was pretty but even more than that she was attractive. She had a remarkable vivacity, a vibrance.
My dad had an intensity that I share and I resemble him in mannerisms and superficially physically a bit.
I think I actually look more like my mom, unfortunately without the vitality. My dad was tall, slim, blonde, and fine featured with a kind of prettiness to him. My mom shorter, more muscular, and darker. Her hair was reddish-brown as mine was (mine was a bit darker than hers—I don’t know how much help her hair received).
Two of my siblings resemble my dad; two my mom. The consensus among is that I resemble those who look my mom more. They’re twins and beautiful. I am not beautiful (although if I slimmed down I’d be passable).