Aug
25
Forty Years – An Inspiring Milestone
The extended Riggs clan gathered on Sunday for a joyous occasion – a surprise party celebrating the 40th wedding anniversary of my aunt Dana and uncle Bill.
Dana is my dad’s sister. I was 3 1/2 years old when she got married, and I don’t remember much about her wedding, except that one of the bridesmaids was particularly kind to me, and she wore a groovy dress.
I hadn’t realized until Sunday, when I asked my dad some questions about the wedding, that he had walked down the aisle with Dana. Their father, Ronald, had died three years earlier, before I was old enough to really know him. My grandmother Eleanor was there, though, looking happy in her pale pink dress (the skirt of which, I might add, was longer than mine, but still above the knee).
Dana is my dad’s sister. I was 3 1/2 years old when she got married, and I don’t remember much about her wedding, except that one of the bridesmaids was particularly kind to me, and she wore a groovy dress.
I hadn’t realized until Sunday, when I asked my dad some questions about the wedding, that he had walked down the aisle with Dana. Their father, Ronald, had died three years earlier, before I was old enough to really know him. My grandmother Eleanor was there, though, looking happy in her pale pink dress (the skirt of which, I might add, was longer than mine, but still above the knee).
