This day in 1953 remembered . . .

. . . today is the seventy-second anniversary of my parents’ wedding day, and the first in my sixty-five years of life when neither of them has been alive to celebrate it.

Sad, but perhaps these cuddling-up candles, lit specially, mean that they are, in some way, reunited. Let’s hope so!

They only had twenty-three of these anniversaries together, before my father’s premature death.

Here’s to them both!