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Tomorrow is my parents 67th wedding anniversary. They were married in 1943, the middle of WWII. They were both 21 and had known each other for 6 months. They met in Washington DC, my Dad was a Marine-assigned to the State Department/OSS and my Mom was working for the FBI. They are both from poor families, never finished college-the War started and all, and have lived full and fascinating lives.
My Dad isn't doing that great right now, he has had pneumonia and gotten pretty weak so is having to do rehab and physical therapy to be able to get around on his own again. He is able to be in a facility within the apartment complex where they are living, so Mom can spend lots of time with him every day. We are hoping he will get to come home soon, but he is old and has lots of things wrong with him.
I have never met anyone I could remotely imagine wanting to live with for 67 years. I am really lucky to have such great parents and role models. And really 67 years...I can't even.
My Dad isn't doing that great right now, he has had pneumonia and gotten pretty weak so is having to do rehab and physical therapy to be able to get around on his own again. He is able to be in a facility within the apartment complex where they are living, so Mom can spend lots of time with him every day. We are hoping he will get to come home soon, but he is old and has lots of things wrong with him.
I have never met anyone I could remotely imagine wanting to live with for 67 years. I am really lucky to have such great parents and role models. And really 67 years...I can't even.
