I spent a lovely week with them just two months before my dad died, unexpectedly, of a heart attack. We talked, we laughed, we went to yoga and dance class and Saturday night happy hour before dinner with friends. Each night after the 10 o'clock news, we made up the roll-away bed for me in the living room of their small apartment. In the darkness, reflecting on the day just past, I overheard my dad ask, "Are you happy today, Love?" And my mom reply, "Oh, yes, it was a wonderful day!" Then I heard them kiss, then each say to the other, "I love you. Sleep well."
Remembering, I rejoice.