Susan Rardon
Rose, Ph.D.
November 11, 2024, marks a beautiful milestone: the 62nd anniversary of my parents’ marriage, a union that began on November 11, 1962. The beautiful symmetry of the numbers—11/11/62 and the celebration of 62 years—feels like a poetic nod to their enduring love. Yet, this anniversary also carries a bittersweet weight, as it is the third year my mom has celebrated without Dad physically beside her.
Anniversaries beyond death take on a different meaning. They are no longer just about celebrating a shared moment in the present but a profound reflection on the love, commitment, and enduring legacy built over decades. For my mom, this day is not just a reminder of what has been lost, but also of what remains eternal: the bond they shared, the family they created, the life they built together, and the lessons they instilled in us -- their children and grandchildren.
Each anniversary is a testament to the vows they made in 1962, vows that stretched far beyond the words "till death do us part." Their love story didn’t end; it transformed. My mom, in her quiet strength (a trait I envy), continues to honor my dad in countless ways, from the memories she cherishes to the traditions she upholds. This day is a celebration of their journey together, a journey that still echoes in the hearts of those who knew and loved them.
Their marriage was a covenant that extended far beyond the words “till death do us part.” It was a partnership rooted in faith, resilience, and devotion—a union that continues to inspire everyone who knew them. Though Dad is no longer physically present, his legacy is alive in countless ways. It’s found in the traditions Mom keeps, the values they passed down, and the love that remains with us. Each anniversary is a testament to their commitment and a reminder of the beauty they shared.
It’s natural for days like these to bring a mixture of grief and gratitude. Yet, even in the ache of missing Dad, there is a quiet strength in remembering that love endures beyond the veil of death.
This day becomes a sacred pause, a time to reflect not just on the loss but on the love that still shapes our lives. We honor my dad’s memory not with tears alone but with stories, laughter, and the assurance that his spirit continues to guide us.
The coincidence of the numbers this year —62 years, a wedding in '62— feels like a divine whisper, a gentle nudge to recognize the beauty in their journey and the order and beauty in God’s timing. It’s as though the universe itself acknowledges the significance of their union and the legacy it carries. Moments like these remind us to look beyond the sorrow and marvel at the enduring nature of love.
Even though my mom celebrates this anniversary without Dad by her side, I like to think he’s still with her in the ways that matter most. Love that deep doesn’t disappear; it becomes part of who we are. This day, for her and for all of us, is a chance to celebrate their marriage, their love, and the enduring presence of a husband and father who may not be seen but is surely felt.
Even though my mom celebrates without Dad beside her, his love continues to surround her in ways both tangible and intangible. Their love story didn’t end; it transformed. It became a part of who she is and a reflection of the faith they shared.
Anniversaries after loss remind us that love transcends the boundaries of time and space. They are opportunities to honor the past, embrace the present, and find hope in the future. My parents’ 62nd anniversary is not just a date on the calendar—it is a beacon of their love story, one that continues to guide, inspire and sustain us.
To my mom, who embodies resilience and grace, and to my dad, whose love is forever imprinted on our hearts: thank you for showing us what a lifetime of love looks like. Today, we celebrate not just your years together but the legacy of love you created—a legacy that will continue to shine, generation after generation.
I am a school counselor turned counselor educator, professor, and author helping educators and parents to build social, emotional, and academic growth in ALL kids! The school counseling blog delivers both advocacy as well as strategies to help you deliver your best school counseling program.
I'm a mother, grandmother, professor, author, and wife (I'll always be his). Until October 20, 2020, I lived with my husband, Robert (Bob) Rose, in Louisville, Ky. On that awful day of October 20,2020, my life profoundly changed, when this amazing man went on to Heaven. After Bob moved to Heaven, I embraced my love of writing as an outlet for grief. Hence, the Grief Blog is my attempt to share what I learned as a Counselor in education with what I am learning through this experience of walking this earth without him. My mission is to help those in grief move forward to see joy beyond this most painful time.
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