Twenty four and Holding
It was a day significant only to me. There may have been others who glanced at the date, paused and remembered where they were 28 years ago and then smiled a bit sadly. The only other person the date mattered to was buried in a country cemetery. Until death do you part is a real thing. The years marking a wedding anniversary no longer count. With the death of a partner, the clock stops, the calendar page no longer turns. But the date will forever be etched in my mind. Memories of the day- a warm summer day with no cool air swirling in the old country church. The smell of paint wafting from the fresh coat that had been recently been applied downstairs. Smiles, love as my Dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away - finally!- to the man who waited at the front of the church and would be my partner in this madness called life. I remember the details of our wedding day well. The pictures make me laugh but the memories make laugh harder. And then, life. So many goo...
