Thank you so much for this post; it brought back strong memories.
I was fifteen at the time, and my dad only had two more weeks on earth (he died in a tragic accident). We were on the way to church when daddy pulled over the car, and turned around and said, “I thought I loved your mother when I married her, but not like I do now”.
That was back in the day of front bench seats. They snuggled close and kissed. My brother and I were appalled, and stuck our fingers down our throats to mimic gagging.
Today, it is one of my sweetest memories of my father. I still miss him.
~Lavanna Martin