Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. I envision you reunited and restored, celebrating together in heaven––Dad, your arm is protectively around Mom's shoulders, her head is snuggled into the crook of your neck.
This is one of my favorite pictures of you. I believe it must have been taken when you were dating. When I cleaned out your house, I found the photo stashed in the front of a ripped cardboard box, with a gold foil paper-covered lid, which might have once held Hallmark cards. Inside that box, I found WWII dog tags and your early love letters from 1941 to 1944. I felt like a spy reading something so private between you. In fact, Annette and I nearly threw the envelopes away without ever opening, thinking we were invading your privacy by reading. But, as I started reading, I couldn't stop. The terms of endearment you used revealed much about the way lovers talked to one another. Some of the mundane events spoken of remind me a little of today's texting. In a few, your desire and longing for one another is palpable, yet written discretely.
Each chapter of Alzheimer's Daughter begins with one of your letters, showing your love written in your own words––the beginning of the devotion which allowed you to hold tight until life's end, even as Alzheimer's devoured and ravaged.
I think people can learn so much from your letters. Mom, here is your first letter to Dad. It's obvious you were nervous to write since you weren't dating yet and Dad had just left for the Army.
This letter was the beginning of a relationship lasting 66 years. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
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