I wrote, in a January post, about the importance of specific dates, in our lives. And so I was thinking about today's date, which was my parents' anniversary; they were married on August 28th, in 1949. My mother was twenty-one; my father was twenty-eight.
I hadn't realized, though, until I did a quick calculation, that today was the 75th anniversary of their marriage.
My mother died in May of 2001, at age 73--a few months before what would have been their fifty-second anniversary. My father, who remarried in 2014, died at age 100, on New Year's Day of 2022.
