We were at a friend’s wedding a while back. The groom had lost his father at least a decade earlier. There was a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a se
at in the front row meant to honor him. During the ceremony, the priest spoke the father’s name and prayed for the couple to live their lives in the same spirit in which he lived his. The groom’s eyes welled up for a second but he controlled the surge of emotion. His sister, a bridesmaid, maybe unaware of this tribute, eyes instantly bloodshot from the sheer force exerted trying to push back the wave of tears. Eyes red, lips pursed, unable to blend the sorrow and joy of the moment, resolute tears streamed down her face.
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