wedding anniversary. I guess it still is, technically.
He married his true love about eight years after they started dating, both wanting to be sure that they had "staying power." They were quite the match.
Their wedding ceremony and reception took place at The City Club in San Francisco on a warm autumn evening. My brother was best man, I was maid of honor. It was a dressy affair. There was music and merriment.
Everyone had a lovely time, of course. My children and then-husband and I stayed in the city that night, at the Hotel Canterbury on Sutter. Owned by an old friend from Galileo High School. (RIP, Jon J. Lehr.)
Late that same night, my then-husband left our hotel room in a crazed state, and disappeared into the belly of the beast (The Tenderloin area) until the next morning. The writing was on the wall, and yet it would be another five years until I escaped my doomed union. I'm a slow learner.
The photo is another from Stillwater Cove
on the Jenner coast, where some of my father's ashes were scattered back in June.
Happy Anniversary, dearest dad. Glad we both found real love in our lifetimes, eventually.
