October 1, 1945

Today would have been my parent’s 68th anniversary. When I was little I used to insist that I was at their wedding (it was really my Uncle Bob’s, I think). They’d laugh and say maybe I had been, but they didn’t remember seeing me there. My mom, especially, laughed all the time. You know you’ve got great parents when your house is the place your friends want to be.

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