I follow Cresting the Hill where Leanne writes about midlife and empty nests. Her posts are entertaining and inspiring, especially for me, as I’m just about over ‘midlife’ and have had an empty nest for a long time.
Browsing through her blog I came across “First (Middle) and Last – My Man”. Here Leanne shared with us her life in pictures and her wonderful marriage. First – how they met and married soon afterwards, (Middle) 15 years later with growing children and now Last – empty nest and middle life.
Although I was not one of those lucky ones with a life-long partner, her post made me think of my parents. My father often joked he never considered divorce, “but murder often”, they were married for 61 years.
My mom was a nurse when she met my dad after he was injured in a serious motorcycle accident. She worked in his ward and found every excuse under the sun to attend to his needs while he lay incapacitated, healing from a broken hip.
My Dad always joked, ” it’s an accident I never recovered from!!”
Soon after their marriage, my father took his young wife to Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia). It was here where all five children were born – four girls and a boy.
My Dad then moved his family to South Africa where we grew up, and eventually flew the nest.
When Dad retired, Mom maintained she was now on a permanent honeymoon. Every morning they went walking and every Wednesday they visited a nature reserve to picnic together.
They also explored South Africa and visited America and England for the first time.
According to my mom, Retirement = Permanent Honeymoon
In 2014 my parents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. All five children, along with seven grandchildren, great-children aswell as spouses and partners were there. No one was missing.
Their marriage was one made in heaven and a legacy left for their children to be proud of.
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