The were married 50 years ago today, in a small town on Florida town. I usually had to remind them what day it was. They always got a kick out of finding out. They loved each other so much.
Their anniversary was always the start of the holiday season and the start of everything happy and festive. This year is different. It is the first holiday season without them. It is the first year that I am alone. Except that I am not alone.
I have so much love surrounding me this holiday season that it is magic. While this holiday season will have it’s melancholy moments, and there is no way to escape that, it will also be better than I thought it would. There is love everywhere I look. I cannot go back to the way the holidays were, but I can move forward and celebrate the new life I have and am making in front of me. I can let my friends and love ones hold me in those sad moments, barrow their love and strength. And I can smile and laugh through tears.
Mom and Dad, I love you and miss you every day, so very much. But you raised me to be strong and get on with life. You raised me to make you proud, you raised me to rise. Happy 50th anniversary, to the best parents in the world. I was so blessed to have you as my parents, to you have you as examples of how love should be. To have parents who loved me enough for a lifetime.