My wife, my life; will always be remembered until life and I part and we meet again in heaven
November 21, 2022 (53rd Wedding Anniversary of Barbara and Frank) By Franklin Price 11/21/2022 It is November twenty-first Of twenty twenty-two Fifty-three years ago tonight, I forever married you. We repeated vows, exchanged our rings Said, until death do us part Now you're looking down from heaven Yet you're always in my heart I still feel your hand in mine As when you were my loving wife I know God arranged it all As I move along in life If I could do it all again, I would never hesitate Our marriage was no accident, It was the hand of God, and fate
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