Revisiting this post from 2011.
This is what's on my heart today.
Their Love Story
A boy born of Italian Immigrants. The second oldest of eleven children.
A fatherless girl living just over the bridge in Brooklyn, N.Y. One of seven children of Italian immigrants.
He goes off to war.
They meet and court and in 1955, marry.
They live in their first apartment in Jersey City, New Jersey.
Children didn't bless the couple until 9 years after they married. After many sorrows, tears and prayers, a daughter is born.
Four years later a son is born.
Life goes on for the simple family. Of simple means and education but rich in love, they did the best they were equipped to do for their little family.
The Lord calls home the wife in 1987 after 32 years of marriage.
He loves her until the day he dies in 2004.
The couple? My parents.
Beautiful, loving, family oriented people who would never win any awards, make the cover of a magazine or be a headline on the news.
Two people who loved the Lord and their family more than anything in the world.
Two people who made me who I am today.
I can no longer remember the sound of their voices.
I sometimes forget what her personality was like.
I miss being loved unconditionally and being "Daddy's girl".
I sometimes feel their presence and can see them in my daughter's eyes.
The circle of life.
Two souls who carry on in the hearts of those that loved them.