My parents were married when my mom was 17 and my dad was 22. My brother was born 6 months later. I guess in those days his choice was wedding or jail. They shared a great life together producing 5 kids, 12 grandchildren, 5 great grandchildren. My father passed away in 2005 and my mother, to this day, still speaks of him often. She can see the spark in her eye when she is telling a story about him. She has never even thought to meet anyone else as in her heart no one could take his place. As I keep saying, it takes two parents to raise a child and too many children are without fathers.