Forty-eight years ago today two knuckle headed kids stood in the First Baptist Church in Tecumseh, Oklahoma and exchanged wedding vows. Those vows included the typical “I dos”, the “I wills” and the “with this ring” stuff, We also repeated after Reverend Burns; “For better or for worse, in sickness and in heath, until death do us part”. Those are the words I took very seriously and remembered.
We walked out of the church, climbed in this ’61 Oldsmobile convertible, got a deep seat and a far away look. I put it in gear and we started down the road, a journey that would eventually be measured in years, not miles.
I had everything I wanted and I think you shared that feeling.
Along the way we experienced some better, and some worse; we were fortunate the better far exceeded the worse. We also experienced some sickness and some heath, again we were fortunate, and there was a lot more heath.
For more than forty of those years we never gave that “until death do us part” thing any serious thought.
Forty six years eight months + or – a few days after the old Olds started down the highway, our journey ended just as we agreed it would when we exchanged those vows.
I love you babe and I miss you every day.
Thanks for riding along as the transition from “we to me” continues. Please keep me in your prayers.
Good Night and God Bless.