There’s not too many firsts left after 4 years gone.
This past weekend was two firsts.
The first wedding I’ve attended since he died.
The first “Smith” family gathering since he died.
This was the wedding of his nephew. It’s hard to believe that he’s missing out on so much.
Kids growing up, getting married, having kids…
The ceremony was beautiful. The bride and groom were gorgeous. The setting was amazing…
And all throughout, there was a golden thread of sadness in my heart. What he’s missing out on.
I didn’t bring my Sexxy Chef with me. I had RSVP’d before he was on the scene, didn’t think that was the best place to introduce him and ultimately, I needed to go through the wedding without Mark on my own.
I spent a lot of time with my grandson, dancing with him while he fell asleep. He gave me an excuse to be kind of anti-social and off on my own. He allowed me to just be… to feel and allow the emotions to wash over me without affecting anyone else’s good time.
It was a day of joy. They don’t get the sorrow. They don’t get how the sadness is always there like the sunburn that hasn’t yet healed and you go to scratch an itch and it suddenly flares up and HOLY FUCK THAT STILL HURTS.
That’s what the wedding did… it was the scratch on the burn. The joy of seeing Austin and Maddie get married scratched the pain of missing Mark. And holy fuck does it still hurt.
I’m so very happy for them. They are so beautifully in love, so incredibly happy. And I’m glad I was able to be there to share in their day. I know Mark was there in spirit.