Life in the Golden Years: Portrait of a marriage
July 4 has always been a time of celebration, picnics and sharing with family and friends. Not so, July 4, 1974 when there were none of this. It perhaps was the darkest day in my life. It was a day that shall remain vivid in my memory. I can remember the feeling of disbelief as I sat and looked at the man who was my husband, my Joe.
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