I Remember – #969

I remember my father at a family gatherings from, oh, 2015 onwards.  He would always – always always always – bring up, apropos of nothing and unrelated to anything we were discussing, how he and my mother had 28 great years together before she died, and also how wonderful it was that their five children were all friends as adults, and how that pleased him greatly.  Every event, every time, sometimes multiple times, with little variation in the words and sentences used.  He would never require a response, either: he just wanted us to know.

-17 May 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.


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