July 11, 1953

My mom and dad would have been married 54-years today. 

Mom died in '01 and Dad in '03. And in between we lost my sister's 
husband Maurice. So a tough run.

My mom was super-woman. She made life run effortlessly. I lived in a museum growing up, everything perfectly in place. She worked so hard at it, and I never understood it. I do now.

I know how tough it was for her growing up. She wanted to make up for that and fought everyday to erase the "mess" behind her. But stuff like that you can't ever really get on top of.

Dad was quiet, gifted. They were both beautiful and made life beautiful for us. They met when Mom was 14 and Dad was 17. The loved each other from the start and never quit.

We used to marvel at their love. I never saw anything like it; I probably never will. Grace, respect, duty, a love for life, travel, great food, and too often too much wine. That was them.

I'll have to get a picture up, just to remind myself what we had.