Today 58 years ago is the day I lost my parents and sister in a plane crash. Today would be Mom and Dad's 58th wedding anniversary. They were married for 27 years and I was present for some 20 of those years. They were a team that could not be separated. Although I try my childish best to play one against the other it never worked. My dad was a disciplinarian and I was a rebel. It is only as I look back in time that I appreciate my father.
Today’s Sunday Mass intentions were for the three souls of that plane crash.
I love you Dad, Mom and Susan.
PS. My Father’s sister’s birthday is also today. Happy 101st birthday Aunt Vivian.
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