The fifth most important lesson I learned in 2014:
Love Story – My parents married in January 1946, and are deceased. A few years ago my sister handed me a stack of letters they wrote to each other during Christmas-time 1945… with Billie June at her mother’s home in Ft. Worth and Tom awaiting to be discharged from the Navy in New York City. I got around to reading them this summer – and felt honored to witness the deep feelings a then 17-year-old girl and 21-year-old boy shared. That generation didn’t spend much time reflecting on the past, perhaps because of the pain of the Great Depression and World War II. These 70 years later, I’m glad mom and dad chose to keep those cherished letters.