A touch of red

For Mom’s service, we didn’t wear black.  Trust me, it wasn’t because we weren’t grieving.  We wanted to celebrate not just her passing but her life and love of it.  We are hoping to do something similar for Dad and if attending, please feel free to join us.  Please wear a touch (or more) of red.

For thirty years, date night to Dad meant a red and black checkered shirt.  He mentions it in a 2005 post that Mom told him how handsome he looked in it.  From then on, he wore it for their date nights.  Did I mention that compliment happened in 1968? They had a million different ways to say I love you without saying a word.  And wearing a touch of red will be ours.  Because like it will say on his placard soon, he lived a love story.

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