On May 25th 2017 the pianist and I will have been married 60 years. If life is a journey, and it is, then marriage of that duration and the offspring, from which they arose, becomes a crowd traveling on the road of life, spilling off at their own intersections, the crowd thickening and thinning at intervals and rejoining when the roads occasionally meet. But for the most part the footprints of the pianist and mine are together and alone. If you have never read the prose-poem of Mary Stevenson, Footprints on the Sand I recommend you do so, not to suggest that either the pianist or me is Jesus, but to say in certain terms that in 60 years, we have carried one another from time to time. Mary Stevenson's poem is inspired.
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