...is the anniversary of The Mama's death. And it brings in reminders of my dad's death, more than a decade before that.
They loved us very much-- and we loved them. God's timing. They were not meant to enjoy their grandchildren's growing up years, and Dad never saw a few new great-grandchildren. (But he did get to hold one great-grandchild in his arms before we did.)
They never saw our home here in Fort Garland...and Dad never saw Brother's home in Grand Rapids.
But nonetheless -- God's timing.
I know I will be with them again. And every day I get older, that moment seems closer.
Love you, Ma and Pa. See you soon.
Their wedding day, May 1960, with Grandpa and Grandma Cumings.
Grandpa died two months later.
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Love your dad‘s mustache, as long as I worked with him at East Sparta, he never had a mustache that I was aware of.
He had a huge pair of muttonchop whiskers during Sparta's QuasQuiCentennial...that's what I remember best. But he shaved them off fast when the celebrations were over -- he said they 'itched too much.' I don't remember a mustache either...but he came home pretty scruffy from hunting camp.
Thanks much for writing. (I miss him still.)
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