Saturday, October 24, 2015
We're here already, and I still find it hard to believe that so much time has passed since Irene and I would talk endlessly and laugh with total abandon at the silliest things. And, in marking the one-year anniversary of her passing, I can't but long for the days when she and your Dad, and my parents burned the candle at both ends, long past the wee hours, soberly and un-, remembering ridiculous, endlessly funny, things, sharing memoreis and stories, having the odd 'disagreement', usually on WWII, the big one, and creating what, for me, is a cherished, precious and most special time in my life. Unabashedly I wept, and still weep, for each of them as they suffered, for myself in missing them and for moments that will never come again. But I am the richer, and fulfilled, for it all. Thinking of you, Brian, today and always. Much love....Marie