[quote]JaseHxC wrote:
My father, the heir to a large inheritance built by the prospers of industry and real estate speculation met my mother while he was studying for his doctorate. He was taken back by her kind nature, and together they made plans to give back to the society that had so graciously given them so much.
After my father finished his studies, they were married and he took control of the controlling stake in the family enterprise from his father. They developed many foundations and helped bring the city that they were born and raised in out of the despair that had befallen it based on the evil doings of criminals.
When I was 10, my parents took me to see “The Mask of Zorro” at the local theatre. When the movie was over, we got up to leave but decided to take the service exit into the alley outside so we could avoid the rush. In that alley, my parents and I were met at gunpoint by a man demanding we turn over our valuables to him. When my father went to stand in front of my mother, the criminal shot him and then quickly shot my mother. He leered at me and then quickly ran off as I was left to watch my parents die in the alley.
Many years later, I swore to avenge my parents death. As a man, I was nothing. But as a symbol, I could strike fear into the hearts of the criminals that have overrun my home…I became…Batman[/quote]
My parents met when my Mother’s boyfriend hired my Dad to be the bartender at her birthday party. My dad was in the Marine’s and was bartending for extra money. My Mom’s birthday is August 23rd and my Dad’s was August 24th. She went up to him and said, “Give me a drink I am the birthday girl.” My dad replied, “Come back at midnight and I will be the birthday boy.” He said he was smitten from that first night and they met and married in six months. Anniversary date is/was February 15th. Not for Valentine’s Day but because it was military pay day on the 15th.
My parents were married for almost 48yrs. Unfortunately my father had a hemorrhagic stroke in September and passed away. He had one good day before and my Mom was holding his hand and was trying to get him awake and she said, “Do you love me?” and he woke up enough to say pretty loudly, “Yes, love you.” then he fell asleep and passed away the next day.
They still held hands and Dad had glaucoma so each night Mom put in his drops and he would have to pay for her services with a kiss. I am so thankful to have such a great example of how people can love each other.
Edit: Just realized how Dad is standing in this photo! Oh you Marines.
Arranged marriage. Coming up on their 30 year anniversary soon. My dad is 11 years older than my mom. They seem to grow fonder of each other with each passing year.
