While nestling comfortably beside me on the swing, Mom’s memory sweeps over these momentous dates: “Grandpa died in July of 1946; I gave birth to Janet two months later, on September 4th; then she died on November 23rd and …”
“What?” I exclaim, head spinning toward Mom, my foot stopping the swing with a jolt, “November 23rd?” “Mom—that means Janet died on your wedding anniversary.”
“Yes, Annie. Janet died on our fifth anniversary.”
“Then every time you and Dad celebrated your anniversary for the next 55 years, you’d renew the pain of Janet's loss. Oh Mom—the more you tell me, the sadder this gets.”
(Upon reflection, we now know the reason why Jack had been planning a romantic surprise for his sweetheart, Jennie ... until they found Janet...)
Man plans and God laughs ... or sighs ... Because who knows better than 'the all-knowing' how often inner conflict invades peace of mind.
Man plans and God laughs ... or sighs ... Because who knows better than 'the all-knowing' how often inner conflict invades peace of mind.
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