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49th Anniversary.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Dec 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Dec 3, 2021

Today would have been my parents 49th wedding anniversary, I mentioned to my girls this morning, as we waited for the bus.


To which my youngest replied, well they are still married, because they are now together in heaven as angels.


She then proceeded to correct me further and say, so its not "would have been," it just IS their anniversary.


I didn't know whether to proudly smile, or burst into tears.


What would they have done? she asked.


I swallowed back the tears to find a smile.


They loved trying fancy new restaurants my mom would read about in the New York Times.


Then, they would hit up a club for some music.


Well, said my youngest, that is what they will do today, together.


Yes, I replied, you are right.


They are celebrating together as angels in heaven, she further mused.


Sometimes I am floored at the utter innocence of children, and how much insight they can lend to adults.


May we all take a minute to listen to them, for they are far wiser than we sometimes give them credit for.


So while I find myself crying as I write this, they are tears of gratitude and happiness.


For over a decade, my parents were not able to celebrate their anniversary together.


I was reminded this morning, that they are now reunited, to resume their rituals as a couple again.


And to my youngest, you are the sweetness that is disappearing from the world.


Don't change.


And thank you, for putting things into a different perspective for me, and using your voice to share it.


It was just what I needed.


Oh, and I will always listen.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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