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Apr 24, 2012
April 24, 1953 my dreams came true..I married the man I would spend my life with. He would not want me to make more of him in death than he was in life...and I do not.
At 23 years of age (when we married) he was every girls dream...handsome, polite, gentle, fun and honest.
At age 33 he was handsome, polite, gentle, hard working, dependable, giving and attentive to his family's needs.
At 53-63-73 and on thru the end he was still all those things and more. He is gone and I am lost without him..I do not pity myself...he was mine for 58 years...and he is still mine.
Our last anniversary together...we lost him 11 days before our 58th.year together.