Saturday, December 1, 2012
I was surprised this morning by a call from Mike, who said he wanted to call me on Mom's and my 69th wedding anniversary. I told him, that at that point, I hadn't thought about it. Maybe the reason was that I hadn't made a note on the little calender I use to remind me of all the other family birthdays and anniversaries. My guess is that I would have remembered sometime before the day was over. The day in Portsmouth in 1943 was much like it is here in Mansfield today - maybe a little warmer. Mom told me later she was a little ticked off at me for not coming to see her during the morning. I guess I had heard it was bad luck to see your bride-to-be the morning before the ceremony. But she still said, "I do" when asked the important question. I don't remember the last time December 1 might have meant anything to her. It might have, even last year. I just wasn't able to detect it. Does it mean anything to her where she is now? I believe so, but in a way those of us still on this earth will have to wait until we go there to fully understand.