Today is the 64th anniversary of my parents' wedding. My Uncle Fisk officiated the ceremony. His wife, my Aunt Grace, was there.
They are all four deceased.
Yet, today, I find myself fondly recalling them all. That can be a tremendous comfort to an otherwise aching realization of how long they have been removed from among the living. Though it can be written off as cliche, I find that telling anecdotes of their wit and adventures and good-natured deeds brings them back to me and to others. In some small but reassuring way, that keeps them near.
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