13-year-old memory I sit alone in my downtown apartment. Huddled under layers of blanket, drinking coffee and thinking back to thirteen years ago, when I got married in Hawaii and mom and dad were both there. They hadn't seen each other in over twenty years since the divorce. She had raised me and my brother as a single mom. I wonder if memories of his drinking haunted them both. If it did, they played it off well. It was beautiful to see them smiling on this special day. Today, they are both gone, and so it my marriage. Yet, that memory makes me smile.