This is a photo of my Mom and Dad from the early 40's. My guess would be they are in their early or mid 20's. Probably taken not long after they met and before he went into the Army. They look very happy and I don't question.. how much they loved each other. They lived in a time when words of love just weren't spoken. I only remember hearing my Dad tell my Mom once that he loved her. They never said those words to us kids, except when we got older and times changed. I think I was actually one of the first to "break the ice" and tell them I loved them. They didn't have an easy life, but they weathered through all the difficulties that came their way. Not long before my Dad died he told my Mom she was his best friend. I think that meant the world to her. They had lots of arguments, and name calling and not so happy times also, but I think it says a lot when you can get through all of that and still love each other at the end of your life....which they did. Each of them passed away in November right before Thanksgiving 4 years apart. I thought about them both a lot yesterday when I was taking care of our grand daughters. The youngest one, Kayla, looks so much like my Dad at times, and then at other times I saw my Mom. When Bob got home from work they were all still here and I had not said a word to him about my feelings of seeing my parents in Kayla to him. He said "Wow....Kayla really looks like your Mom today." Katy thought when she was born that she looked a little like my Dad.
Our windows have been opened this week and I love the sounds the wind makes blowing through the trees. And the fresh air...nothing beats that smell. Still I always feel a little melancholy at this time of the year.