Twenty-three years ago on a beautiful, sunny, but cool October 31st, I got married. For the first time. It was a lovely wedding and I was blessed to have my family and friends surrounding me with their love and support. The wedding was at noon so we had brunch type food at the reception. My favorite picture from that day was my Daddy, finally able to sit down after we left the reception, and he was holding a huge ham croissant from the buffet, just about to take his first bite! My other favorite picture was of Mama and her two sisters. The three were all wearing precious hats that had been their mother's. It's a scream! I wanted to share those photos with y'all, but I'm having issues with downloading and/or scanning photos right now.
Many of my mother's friends questioned why we would choose Halloween for our wedding, but listen, that year, 1987, was an off weekend for the University of Georgia because they were to play Florida the following weekend AND Georgia Tech was playing an away game that evening. So the only thing that got messed up was some early tee times...
Alright, so here's where the story gets twisted. Seven years later, I filed for a divorce. I know, it was bad, and honestly, he's a nice guy and all, but he was a crummy husband. I have a distant cousin who lives in Warner Robins and she is an attorney. She said she would handle the divorce. It was a no-frills, no fussing over anything, standard, if divorce is standard, divorce. She said once it is filed, it would take thirty days to be final and she would call me to give me the date.
About a week or so later, she called and calmly said, "Fran, your divorce will be final on October 31st." I was kind of speechless, then I started laughing and told her that would have been my anniversary. She offered to have it changed. I said, "no, it's perfect! My anniversary will be my divorcerary! How's that for a strange, but true story?
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