So a while back I told you about my friend B, a great guy I’ve known since I was probably 16. He was Mark’s (my first husband who passed away from cancer) best friend and one of mine as well. Well a few months ago he proposed to his love and a few weeks ago he asked me to stand as a groomsman in his wedding and represent Mark.
Well a week ago today was the wedding, it was great, it was so them and so special. Their faith was obvious as they took their first communion as a married couple and the love for each other was radiating from their eyes.
There were two hard moments for me, but both were good. The first was during the rehearsal, A’s voice broke as she was saying her vows and I had a flash back to Mark and I’s wedding. I started crying while saying my vows and our Pastor told me I had to practice them or I wouldn’t be able to get through them the next day, he was right. But as I heard that emotion in her voice I wanted to cry. The second time was right before the wedding started, we were in the room with the groom and the other groomsmen and I just looked at B and felt that I had to tell him that Mark would have loved A. That was it one sentence and a hug but, yeah. I really wish Mark could have been standing up with him.
I’m so glad I said yes when B asked me. I could have said no, he would have understood why it would be hard to stand in for Mark. He would have understood that December was already a hard month and I was busy with family and holiday plans. B would have understood. But I said yes, and I got to be the friend that B has always been to me. I got to see his heart melt every time he looked at his new wife and know that I was a tiny part of that. That will forever be my memory.
This is me (in my groomsmens dress,) my Dad and the groom B.