Today, June 8th would have been my father's 87th birthday. He passed away this past September and my sisters and I were blessed to have him as our father for those many years.
Here he is with my mother around 1947 or 1948 out in Long Island. They met in Germany during World War II. She was a refugee from Estonia and he was a Lieutenant from Brooklyn, NY. They were married just a month shy of 50 years and she passed away in 1995.
We miss them both very, very much.
“Surviving a loss and letting go is only half of the story. The other half is the secret belief that we will find, in one form or another, what we have lost. And it is that potential, shimmery as a star on a clear night that helps us survive.”
Veronica Chambers
Here he is with my mother around 1947 or 1948 out in Long Island. They met in Germany during World War II. She was a refugee from Estonia and he was a Lieutenant from Brooklyn, NY. They were married just a month shy of 50 years and she passed away in 1995.
We miss them both very, very much.
“Surviving a loss and letting go is only half of the story. The other half is the secret belief that we will find, in one form or another, what we have lost. And it is that potential, shimmery as a star on a clear night that helps us survive.”
Veronica Chambers
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