My parents celebrate their 56th Anniversary today! I almost forgot about it until I glanced at the family photo taken eleven years ago during their 45th anniversary. Mom, in her tiara, looking beautifully radiant, and Dad is strikingly handsome in his Barong Tagalog (embroidered formal garment of the Philippines). The Rolls Royce was dusted off that morning, taking its first trip further than "just-around-the block." After the church service we caravanned to the Hotel Del Coronado. This beautiful and historic hotel is known to have housed notable guests such as Thomas Edison, James Stewart, Oprah Winfrey, and many U.S. Presidents. Mom's dream came true when the Ballroom became available that Memorial Day weekend to seat almost three hundred family members and friends. Former high school students gave their speeches (loved the one about Mom throwing an eraser at a student who was talking while she was lecturing, but accidentally hit the person behind him instead), and old Navy buddies shared their humorous stories about Dad and their escapades. We were also fascinated and duly entertained by the Philippine-American Society and Cultural Arts Troupe (PASACAT). What I remember most, however, was the sense of happiness I knew my parents felt throughout the occasion. I loved watching them dance, kissing one another, chatting with friends, and beaming with joy.
Their joy, however, would turn to panic. Early the next morning we called for an ambulance; my father had another one of his fainting spells. It was because of this reason we persuaded my mother to plan for their 45th wedding anniversary instead of the 50th. Dad experienced these spells often and we weren't certain about his health. A few years ago we discovered my father suffered from dementia. Tests revealed the occurrence of many mini-strokes. What a challenge it has been for both of them during this phase of their lives.
Their commitment to one another in spite of numerous trials and one another's flaws is a legacy their children will treasure. I admire my mother's devotion, faithfulness, and loyalty where Dad is concerned. She will defend his honor and reputation until the end. You don't want to get in her way! (I've seen her in action and it's a scary sight). What I appreciate most about my father is his generosity and patience regarding my mother. He also has a way of tuning things out when they argue, which I'm sure, fuels the flames. I remember when Mom was visibly upset with Dad, talking to him in a very loud voice. I looked over at my father who was busy reading his newspaper, unperturbed. So, being the irritating teen that I was, I asked, "Mom, why are you arguing with Dad when he isn't even paying attention to you? It's a waste of your time!" Her answer..."Because I want to!" (Now that I'm married, I completely understand). And, Dad made sure my siblings and I showed respect toward my mother at all times...even if her outfit didn't match! (My sister and I were bad...) Their marriage may not have been perfect, but their determination to work things out definitely paid off. I thank the Lord for my parents' example of a marriage based on unconditional love and many heartfelt prayers.
The man Mom married 56 years ago doesn't remember a lot of things now, but she is still there for him...still hoping.
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