That special day, 64 years ago.
One short month ago today, we lost the patriarch of our family. This meant I lost my grandfather; my Big Chicken Hawk. It meant my mother lost her Dad; I don’t know how any ‘little girl’ goes through that. But most heartbreaking of all, was what this meant to my grandmother; she lost her husband of 64 years.
64 years, 3 months and 26 days to be precise. I think a marriage that survived so much, and a love that endured that long, deserves to be remembered with such precision.
B*witching 