Sabbath #22

Yesterday, a Christmas wedding. The church: candle light and poinsettias. The bridesmaids wore black. The bride in white with red roses for her bouquet. Her sister, the maid of honor, entered tearful. And then the bride pausing at the back of the church. Then walking slowly down the long aisle, alone. Finally, the groom walked to meet her. Planned or not. For me, the married made at that moment. The covenant of marriage:meeting someone where they are and walking with them safely home. The vows were repeated and the bride broke down at the word “death.” ” Until death do up part.” Perhaps the black gowns were chosen so that they might be worn again. Perhaps. This wedding was about beginning a new and going on. The unexpected, tragic death of a father. Present in his absence. Remembered, longed for, mourned. Everyone did their best. Celebratory and festive. Good food, toasts and dancing. The wedding cake, delicious.