Thinking 2 Day
On June 21, 1941, despite a World War going on, my mother and father who met at a mutual cousin’s wedding in 1940, said their “I do’s!” My parents were married for sixty-three years until the passing of my Pops in 2004. If mom and dad were here to celebrate us today, Pops would be 102 and my mother 99, and this would be a spectacular 78th Wedding Anniversary. However, Mom and Dad are up in the heavens together and so through some magical force, the love and compassion I hold in my heart for them, I am making my connection in the only way I know, how, sharing them with you.
Sixty-three years is an amazing tribute for their love. Although my parents were dubbed, The Bickersons, despite their loud (not screaming) conversations became a running family gag that they were there own sitcom. The stories my parent’s shared about their meeting at a wedding was kismet, even though my mother played hard to get; she was not sure Jay Harmon Moss was her Prince Charming. My father continued to pursue Dorothy Friedman since his own mother thought she was a damn good catch.
My parents didn’t have the easiest life, but they managed to make it through the perils of Ups and Downs. They taught my brothers, Gary and Joel, as well as myself, to keep reaching for the stars. Now that I look back over the years, we may not be the richest family, but we are wealthy in memories. Our memories are what propel each of us forward. The world may not look beautiful right now with political storms and with mother nature’s in rage, but we are survivors as we learned our lessons well.
On this June 21st, 2019, the first official day of Summer, I am thinking of my loving parents with a heart full of joy. If I could thank them for giving me life and the opportunity to share the sunrise and sunset with others, I would do so with much love and gratitude.
Happy Anniversary D’vasha & Hunkle!