Dear Readers.
Today is my Mom and Dad's fifty-sixth wedding anniversary. It's been a hard and beautiful day, thinking about that. They had a marriage that we should all be striving for.
My Dad never missed an anniversary, a birthday, a mother's day - without bringing my Mom flowers. Or just a single flower. It was his signature. He loves her so very much. Sometimes I wonder if that makes losing someone harder or easier, to love so much. Even if it is harder, I think I would rather love that much.
My mom was an awesome grandma. She taught me what it meant to be a grandma. Albert's mom, their Nan, is an awesome grandma. I have had good mentors.
And now I get to be one. Mary and Francis are expecting a baby in the middle of May.
And we will be grandparents.
More than my poor heart can hold.