Today is my parent's wedding day. They would have been married 56 years today. My dad passed away 6 months ago. My mom is 74 and suffering from the disease of Alzheimers. They spent 55 years together living on the same corner of 6th and Lincoln.
My mom grew up a true hardworking farm girl. She and her siblings rode their horses to school and mom would turn him around, slap him on his behind and he would head for home where my grandma would be waiting at the gate.
My dad's mom passed away during childbirth with him. His dad and his uncle raised him in a house on that corner with a bait shop for their income. My parents met at a skating rink and my mom was 19 when they wed. When my parents married, my mom moved in and my parents cared for my dad's dad and uncle until they both passed away. I remember that house and my grandpa and great uncle and how little they had or wanted. When I was 10, my parents tore down the house and the bait shop and we built a new house on that corner.
I'm thinking of them today. I'm remembering all the happy, all the good, and the commitment of vows, "in good times and in bad....till death due us part".