December 5, 2006
My parents were married forty-seven years ago. Not fifty, not a notable anniversary, but I always remember. They were separated after twenty-five years, and divorced a few years later, but I donít remember those dates. I remember the day they were married, my mother, an only child, thousands of miles away from her parents, who did not attend (why?), both of them looking so young and hopeful in the pictures of that long ago day. Thereís no-one left now to ask about the mysteries surrounding the wedding and the marriage, my grandparents long dead, my parents recently. Just the pictures.