The Longest Night

Almost eighty years ago, two sweethearts walked down the aisle together and said “I do”. I was told when I was growing up that my Grandfather opted for their wedding to be on the shortest day of the year, because that meant their wedding night would be the longest night of the year. Hmm hmm.

It suddenly struck me the other day…it seems to strange to be planning our wedding and for none of my grandparents to be there. I have such vivid memories of them and they had such a big influence on me. But they are fast asleep, waiting for the end of this corrupt system, before they can wake up to an earth and human family in good health.

I wonder what they would think of Jack!!

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