Seven years earlier her mother had died and it forced a move to a new life in a new state, new school, new city. The day after she turned 21 her daddy walked her down the aisle. Those were the days when the entire congregation would show up to see two of their own wed and there was no shame in hanging over the balcony to see the bride in her gray outfit made by a seamstress.
Her brother, his brother – her two friends; one in burgundy and the other in teal, both cut from the same pattern as the bride’s. A simple reception in the church basement – post-war, no one expected more.
The woman next to her dad is a stand-in to balance the photo…I think she was the wife of the Pastor.
Off to Chicago for a night in the Stevens (now the Chicago Hilton and Towers). Sixty years that love lasted. They weren’t perfect people…but it was a choice they made day after day – moment after moment. And together they were – right up till the end of Billy’s days.
Why love if losing hurts so much?
We love to know that we are not alone.
C.S. Lewis
I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long.
If we’re in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.
Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes