This is a copy of my parent's wedding picture. Fun, very fun people. They were wildly in love for more than 62 years. My mother passed in 1999.
On November 18, just before Thanksgiving, my father died. He was 95 years and two days old. His last years were spent in a nursing home. He suffered from dementia (officially, although I think it was a broken heart after losing my mother) and was wheelchair bound because of a broken hip. Sad last years for such an active and wonderful man. Now, however, he is finally with Mom, having a happy and glorious time.
On November 18, just before Thanksgiving, my father died. He was 95 years and two days old. His last years were spent in a nursing home. He suffered from dementia (officially, although I think it was a broken heart after losing my mother) and was wheelchair bound because of a broken hip. Sad last years for such an active and wonderful man. Now, however, he is finally with Mom, having a happy and glorious time.
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So sorry for your loss. I was wondering where you had gone off to.
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