Sixty

Today would have been my parents’ 60th anniversary.

They were high school sweethearts – voted the cutest couple of their graduating class – and they got married about five years after that on a spring day in Philadelphia. They lived in the area their whole lives – raised a family, worked their jobs, went on vacations, pitched in with the communities they found. They made the world a better place by their presence, and in the end that’s really all you can ask of anyone.

They’re both gone now, alive only in memory and photographs and in the ripples they made in the world around them.

That is enough.

This will always be their day, for as long as there are people who remember them and celebrate them.

Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad.