Barb and I are two fortunate individuals.
Some folks don’t even live as long as we’ve managed to keep our union alive.
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23 June 1962
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23 June 2014
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Barb and I are two fortunate individuals.
Some folks don’t even live as long as we’ve managed to keep our union alive.
23 June 1962
23 June 2014
You’re married 7 days longer than Bo and I are!
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Thank you. And congratulations in holding everything together through the decades.
I was in the Air Force when we married. Barb’s followed me from pillar to post since that day. She is my light.
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I went back and read your blog (I should have done that before responding). It is beautifully written. I went through this with my mother, so I understand to a point, but I’m certain the impact is greater when it happens to a mate. With my mother there were days when she didn’t know me, when I was her brother, then her father, everyone but her son.
I can only wish you well.
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Congratulations on your inseparable union.
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Thank you for those kind words.
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Congratulations
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Thank you for following. Thank you for writing.
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