This past weekend, two of my closest friends got married. I love these two people so much. I can not stress enough how much of an honor that my daughter and I got to be a part of their day. The we were with Bryon and me on the best days of my life and they didn’t leave my side through the worst days of my life. While I would do the same for them, I prefer that the days be happy.
The wedding was held at the lovely Otesaga Resort in Cooperstown, NY. I wish I could share more details but I was chasing after my daughter. Please take my word for it when I say that this wedding was epic.
The weather was warm for December.
Everything was beautiful; the bride, her dress, her hair, the music, the guests.
The food was amazing. And there was an open bar.
I got to see lots of old friends and I made some new friends.
But my heart was heavy all night. Because Bryon was not there.
This is not the first wedding I have gone to since Bryon’s passing. My Maine best friend got married last summer. I meant to blog about it because it was a beautiful ceremony that deserves it’s own post and I hope to write about it before I visit her in Ann Arbor this spring.
But that wedding was in Maine and that was my turf. Some of my old friends I saw at that wedding had never even met Bryon (though that doesn’t lessen their empathy). Both the bride and groom had lost their mothers in their 20’s and the only time I felt sad was when the father of groom gave a speech and mentioned the groom’s mother and if she were there. My eyes teared up because it made me think of how Bryon isn’t going to be there when my daughter gets married.
I was very anxious about this wedding but I kept those feelings to myself. I felt selfish for even having these feelings. Weddings are happy affairs. There is very little I do not share with the bride but I wasn’t going to burden her with my grief leading up to her big day. Especially when I know it was hard on her that Bryon wasn’t there.
(And to note, I have discussed this with the bride after the fact. She is not going to be blindsided by reading this).
A large portion of these guests knew Bryon. There was no way I could even pretend he wasn’t dead or that I wasn’t a widow. All through the night people approached me and said kind things about Bryon which I did appreciate. Because enough time has passed from his death where sometimes I think people forget about him and the last thing anyone who is grieving wants is for their loved one to be forgotten.
I have come to the conclusion that it was a good thing my daughter was there. I spent the night chasing her and that prevented me from getting drunk and crying on the bathroom floor. And that is not a flattering look for anyone. Though chasing her did hinder my ability to take photos.
There were so many couples at the wedding though I don’t know if that is true or if that was just my perception. I started thinking back to my wedding day. How pretty I felt in my dress. How I felt when we had our first dance. We were so in love.
There was no way that I could have foreseen exactly what “in sickness and in health” would entail. Bryon would tell me that I nailed that vow.
I started to wonder if I would ever feel that way again. Will I ever love again? Will I ever love someone enough to marry them? Will I have a second first dance and cut another cake? Five years ago, when I married Bryon, I thought that was it. We were going to grow old together. Forever and always. I never dreamed that this would be a possibility.
I know that I do want to love again. I just don’t feel like I am done yet. But is it even possible to feel that way about someone else? Is it a glimmer of hope or an impossibility?
I honestly don’t know.
I know is that I need to learn to cope. It is frustrating when you want to be happy and instead you are an emotion mess.
Bryon might be gone but the sun stills shines. My daughter still laughs. There are people that I love that are still here. There are still happy times. I just need to accept that there will always be some sadness attached to all the happy moments.