mom and dad

 My Dad lived under the influence of my Mom. They had a wonderful relationship. They planned together and lived together and built wonderful memories. When my mom died I could see some of what my dad would have been like alone. There was a dimension of his being that was suppressed or warped by being married. He was still the same great guy, but somehow freer. We all give up a lot to be with someone, hopefully what we gain makes it a good deal.