52 years! Happy anniversary to my parents. Molly and Benny. They’ve been through so much.
My dad chatted up my mom on a NYC subway.
He thought she had great legs.
She was carrying some bags so naturally he offered to help.
That’s what he says but I think it was more. I think relationships that last this long are destined. Her soul pinged his soul.
From that subway ride came a lifetime, and two people.
My twin brother and me.
They had some road blocks.
A cat that had to be convinced to welcome another human.
Family not convinced that this was a good thing. My mom’s parents thought a Puerto Rican man would “have you in food stamps”.
My dad’s parents considered my mom a “gringa”. Until they met her.
They had twins. They suffered the loss of one of those twins, in our 19th year.
Taking a moment to appreciate the magnitude of this loss. My parents lost a child.
No parent should outlive their child.
This day that we found out that he had died was so traumatic.
The police showed up with a photo of my twin brothers dead face.
They showed it to my mom and dad.
As per protocol.
I’ll stop there.
There was So much in between that I don’t know.
These are relationship goals! Cheers to this couple!
Especially this 52nd year, since just a few weeks ago, one was not confirmed to survive.
Here’s to you! Molly and Benny! AKA, my mom and dad. I love our relationship. And I love your relationship.
We’re together now, and we’ll be together no matter what. Love you both so much and I couldn’t be luckier to call you my parents!!