Forty-five years ago today I lost the most important people in my life.
Neither of them had yet even reached the age of 45. How can they have been gone for so long? How can I miss them so much still? I can still hear my mother singing to me, I can still feel the scratch of my dad’s five o’clock shadow on my face. They had their flaws, as we all do, but they were good people. I remember them with fondness but will not dwell on the sadness. I’m grateful for the presence of two of God’s angels in my life, even if they were only here for a short while.
Off to crank the tunes and get on with the day. I love you Mom and Dad.