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Sixty-three years ago on March 27th, my parents got married. In the fall of 1974, they went to San Diago, camping on the way out and back. On the way back, they camped at Grand Teton National Park. While my Mom was cleaning up their breakfast dishes, my Dad took a walk along the lakeshore. He spotted an interesting rock and picked it up. Once my Mom was done with putting everything away, she also went for a walk along the lakeshore to meet up with my Dad. She too spotted an interesting rock. The piece my Dad picked up and the one my Mom picked up fit together perfectly. This "rock" has been tied together with a piece of fat red yarn forever. Wouldn't you know it, he wanted to share the story on their anniversary, but the rock was GONE. The homecare person who does the cleaning found it today--it was in Mom's shoe rack. What? Why? Who knows, but my Dad is thrilled that the "rock" (we call it the Love rock) has been found. As am I--I love that story and that rock means a lot to me.
I have had this idea that should I be about to speak, I would tell this story at Mom's/Dad's memorial service. I always planned to have the rock with me. So I have two things that are worth more than anything--a letter my Mom wrote to me in 1997 before she had her artificial heart valve surgery and this rock. Those 600-300 yr old antiques with providence--those are nice too, but I love the Love rock and the letter from my Mom.
I have had this idea that should I be about to speak, I would tell this story at Mom's/Dad's memorial service. I always planned to have the rock with me. So I have two things that are worth more than anything--a letter my Mom wrote to me in 1997 before she had her artificial heart valve surgery and this rock. Those 600-300 yr old antiques with providence--those are nice too, but I love the Love rock and the letter from my Mom.