One of my sons got married this weekend. He is the first of my children to wed. I feared that not having my husband by my side as we watched our son become a husband would put a damper on my joy. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Yes, I cried. What mother of the groom doesn't? But they were tears of joy. And while my late husband wasn't physically present, his presence was surely felt. And we made sure he was an integral part of the wedding.There was a chair for him beside me. We placed a picture of him in it...and the boutonniere that he would have worn as his son's best man.
My son did without a groom's cake to have a Cigar Bar in memory of his father. My late husband was crazy about his cigars and all the men smoked a big stogie in tribute to him.I have discovered that as time eases the pain of grief, I am able to embrace with joy these life changing events. Steve will always be there...if only in my heart.
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Cyna
1 comment:
Beautiful. I have read a few of your entries and am impressed by your strength. I lost my mom suddenly 2.5 years ago and my dad suddenly a month ago. I also recently watched my grandpa die after becoming sick this past November. Today is my 26th birthday and my heart is full of sadness. Your blog has given me hope about how life will get better in the years to come. Thank you.
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