The first missed anniversary

In late August, the 66th anniversary of my parents wedding occurred. Yet, it was the first one that neither parent was alive. My mom passed away last Christmas morning. Being a religious woman, it is somehow fitting she left us that day.

My dad passed away just over eleven years ago. We still miss his laughter and love, but have gotten used to him being gone. They were married just shy of 55 years before he died having met at Berry College in Rome, Georgia.

Mom’s memory had been on the decline for several years, as she was diagnosed with a progressive memory disorder, most likely Alzheimer’s. On the phone, she knew I was her son, but in person she often mistook me for her husband as I look like my dad did when he was my age. She often thought my sister was her older sister Betty.

They were a loving couple that endured each one’s imperfections. Young folks are looking for the perfect match, but there is no such person. We are all fixer uppers. So, couples teach each other how to coalesce.

Both my parents were smart. My mom became a teacher working primarily with first or second graders. After she retired, she was a devoted bible study fellowship leader. My dad started in the grocery business, but migrated to a new profession called data processing. He used to take me to the elevated computer room which was quite cool. I remember the tape readers were as large as refrigerators.

My brother, sister and I were blessed to have such wonderful parents. They loved and supported us, even when we hated being pushed out of bed to attend Sunday school. Thanks for everything Mom and Dad.

23 thoughts on “The first missed anniversary

  1. This is very touching and to tell from your loving words you are truly fortunate you had such parents. What tribute so full of love and gratitude. Thank you for sharing, Keith!

  2. What a lovely tribute to your parents, and now we see why Keith Wilson turned into such a good, kind man. You were, as Hugh said, lucky indeed. A sad day, surely, but yet they had nearly 55 years, a lot more than most. I love what you said about “we are all fixer-uppers”. So true, my friend.

    • Jill, many thanks on all counts. They had a great almost 55 years which is more than many. When my dad died, several couples that also met at Berry College came to his funeral. By the time Mom passed, death had claimed several of them. Keith

  3. Note to Readers: My dad was a good boss. From what I gleaned, there was espirit de corps plus effectiveness. One of the things that seemed routine were the in-house picnics where everyone brought in some dish or supplies. My dad would get up at 2 am to smoke a ham and a turkey for the events.

    Mom was also involved in her work and her friendships there continued beyond her retirement. She loved to teach. Getting ready for her funeral, we found many pictures from her teaching days, as well as letters and cards from students.

  4. Dear Keith,

    What a loving tribute to your parents.

    We grew up in a time where most couples stuck together through thick and thin to make the best out of their marriages and families. This is no longer the case but I don’t pass judgment on this. But still, I do admire those that hung in there.

    You were blessed to have two good examples to show you how to live a better life.

    Hugs, Gronda

    • My pleasure, Lisa. I am glad you liked it. I heard Kelly Ripa joke this morning it took 21 years of careful effort to mold her husband into the man he is today.

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