together again
It gives me great solace imagining that my mom and dad have been reunited in death. In their 42 years of marriage, they walked everywhere together, always holding hands. My father opened doors for my mother and polished her shoes. And my mother made sure my father was well dressed; his shirts and pants neatly pressed.
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Comments
What a model of love. I feel the same way about my brothers. They died a month apart and I always felt they had some kind of soul plan.
Posted by: colleen | November 7, 2007 6:31 AM
If everyone could have such a life. I don't see much of that kind of thing.
Posted by: cooper | November 5, 2007 10:36 PM
Your mother and father sound like a beautifully romantic couple. I was touched by your comments about them.
Posted by: KAT | November 5, 2007 12:13 PM