The day we met was a very special day. It was a beautiful Easter Sunday morning, April 2, 1961. I arose as usual that Sunday morning and dressed for church. I wore a new black silk-shantung dress with matching black and white accessories. After going into the kitchen that warm spring morning, I found a note which ask me to look in the refrigerator. On doing this, I found two beautiful long stem red roses with a little rhyme left there my Aunt with whom I was living at the time. I carried the roses in my Bible as I left the house that morning to sing in the Easter sunrise services at my church. After Sunday School, the young man who had been sitting in the pew in front of me introduced himself to me. On September 2 , 1962, he became my husband. This year will mark our 40th wedding anniversary.

Sometimes I wonder if we really are in control of our destiny. Are things just coincidences? Was it fate? What do you think?