A big party was planned for Todd’s parents 50th anniversary. We were heading to NY state for the event on Saturday. About 80 people were coming. Thursday night, his mother wound up in the hospital with a viral infection, a fever of 103. The first words out of her mouth to her doctor were, “I need to get out of here. I have a party I need to attend.”
And she did get out of there.
And the party was fun!
A lot can happen in 50 years. They raised three children, who turned out good. They never missed a Little League game. They never miss Catholic mass. They took her father in while he was dying of cancer, and cared for him until he made his transition. He lost a beloved sister. They were devoted to both of their mothers as they aged and eventually passed. He lost a beloved brother. They help manage the life of another of his brothers who has some special needs.
They’ve lived in the same house for almost 50 years and have taken immaculate care of it.
They have eight grandchildren, the first is set to graduate high school next year. They’ve traveled to Italy and Hawaii and many other places.
And here’s the thing about these two. They are still in love. They still enjoy each other. He tells the same jokes for years, the kids (and grandkids) roll their eyes at hearing them, but she laughs. And he adores her.
Todd’s brother did a nice toast, thanking them for all they have given their family. Todd’s dad cried. His mom did too. She made it to the party. All their friends and family were together.
And they were very, very happy.