I was born into a Catholic family, made my sacraments, attended parochial school.
When I was 17 my boyfriend was killed in Vietnam.
Bill, was doing some work for my employer at the time, after his regular job, an operating engineer.
I worked after school at the diner & served Bill dinner.
When he learned of Tommy's death, he got my number from my employer & called & asked if he could do something to help.
make a long story short, he drove me to the wake & funeral, and proposed. He was 24. We had never dated prior, I didn't date anyone I was Tommy's girl.
We went to the church to plan our wedding. The priest questioned why, I explained Tom's death. He said I should have married him before he left, I could have collected...
That was the END of religion in my life.
We were married by a justice of the peace.
Do something positive.
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