The real life NOTE BOOK

Flicking through my parents wedding album, a tear slid down my cheek.

As I sat picking out photos for their funeral, I kept thinking back to the wonderful life they had together…

They had met in 1953 when they were just 15 – true high school sweethearts.

My mum, Brenda, loved telling me how they met.

She’d been watching Dad play in the school band and fell head over heels instantly.

‘I was besotted,’ she’d say, her eyes glistening.

Not wanting to miss her chance, she followed my dad, Terrance, into a sweet shop a few days later and asked him out right then and there.

‘I asked him if he wanted to go on a date with me and he said yes,’ she smiled, proudly.

Their first date was a trip to the cinema and from that moment on