My bride was to have been Susan Mary; but she arrived on Bastille Day, and her father, a WWII vet, decided she would be Suzanne Marie instead, in honor of our wartime allies.
Had she survived, she would have been sixty-seven years old today.
God rest her sweet soul.
[For an earlier post about the background of the day, try:
https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2017/07/jour-de-la-bastille.html ]
Condolences on your loss.
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