A beautiful courtship–long-planned-for wedding–and a honeymoon cut tragically short by the screech of brakes and the crunch of metal. Ecstasy and sorrow–all in one day. Here is a moving true story of tender love and true courage that rises to a tremendous emotional climax. And you won’t know until you finish the full meaning of the final words.
5.0 out of 5 stars You’ll never forget it.
By Sharon Entriken
"I read this book when it first came out and it made such an impression on me partly because my husband and I are about the same age as Terry and Nancy and because the book perfectly captures the life of a Christian couple in the sixties.
Every time I thought about the book over the years I wondered what Terry and Nancy looked like and how Terry was doing now. So I was thrilled that Terry released an updated version of the book with pictures. The pictures are lovely and now I finally have faces to put with the story after almost forty years!
I am really looking forward to reading the book Terry is working on now about the rest of his life."
Gayle Conley, "If you never read another book, you must read ‘At Least We Were Married’."
"I cannot remember her last words before she dropped off into a light slumber in the passenger seat that Saturday evening after Thanksgiving. I noticed the sunset fading to dusk when I looked across her resting body toward the west, as our cute red VW Bug slipped along the highway.
At last, we headed south to Florida and on to Nassau, our eventual honeymoon destination. I couldn’t help but think back to the day before, when I could see by the glow in her eyes as we entered our room after the wedding, that she was taken aback and yet delighted when she spied the bouquet of long-stemmed red roses waiting for her. To prolong her enjoyment, we brought them along on our honeymoon trip, where they now nestled at her feet in our packed car.
I noticed some of the rosebuds tipping up and resting on her lap and, joyfully, I thought about how Nancy was a romantic, like me. The passing twilight felt so peaceful. Honeymoon? What a new and strange word. To finally, actually, begin what we had longed for and lived for during the preceding months. The new wedding ring felt strange on my finger, even as I couldn’t help but notice again the diamond on hers."