In 2008 at my former place of employment, my friend Pat was in charge of training us new hires in our electronic grading/communications system. He mentioned that the system would only be around for another year. I remember his confusion when I answered, “These systems come and go like my Dad’s wives.”
In 1962 Mom and Dad married. In 1973 they divorced.
In 1973 Dad married Mel; In 1977 they divorced.
In 1978 Dad married Vicki; In 1981 they divorced.
In 1982 Dad married Jackie. In 1986 they divorced.
In 1990 Dad married Donna. In 2002 they divorced.
In 2002 Dad married Marty. In 2008 they divorced.
In 2010 Dad married Carol. They were married when he died in 2018.
Some of these I’ve written about. Some I haven’t. Some I barely knew. Most liked to party and drink, a few liked to drive fast cars, some I loved and one I hated. Two that held a special place in my heart died young. A few knew Jesus but others, not so much. He landed well, his last wife was a gem.
As I was going to St Eve’s, I met a man with seven wives. This might seem absurd and looney, because it wasn’t Mickey Rooney. It was my father. Wow.
Ha! Seven brides for one brother.