63 years ago today.
They said I do, they did and they meant it.
My parents as they were 7.8.1943.
Mom was just 17, would turn 18 in September, and Daddy was 21.
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About Me
- Auntie Lyn
- all about me: It's hard to write about me. I'm not sure how I really define myself now. I am now a 61 year old widow of 16 years this past August 3. My husband and best friend died of a sudden heart attack instantly in my arms with no previous warning of trouble. My life has gone on without explanation, and I have been able to find joy and peace with living again... but I still miss my best friend every day. I found that the grief has made me harder in many many ways, but also softer and more empathetic. I have very little patience for the meaningless gibberish of the 'world', but all the patience in the world for humanity. I could care less what things I leave behind when I die, but how I live every day, and how sound I sleep at night mean everything to me. My family mean the world to me, and I am affectionately known as :Auntie Lyn: from those that matter most.
Auntie's Brood
the reason behind the rhyme
1 comment:
What a testament to enduring love.
I'm posting to say that I read your profile on my way to your 2996 post... and I could have written every word of it. My husband died unexpectedly 2 years ago at the age 44.
So much that once seemed so important is sheer nonsense and I don't have the tolerance for it any more. But I am also far more compassionate than ever before, more forgiving.
I've bookmarked your blog and suspect I will visit it often.
-- Pentha, wishing you a measure of peace today
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