I forgot to mention that the priest from my parents’ parish, who gave the blessing on my brother and sister-in-law Saturday night, was wonderful. He delivered this lovely speech about how everyone needs someone, and love isn’t only what we think it is for ourselves, and we don’t have to discriminate or conclude that what we think of as love is the only kind of love there is. It was perfect, and the only thing that would have made it better is if her parents had been there to hear it — since clearly, they’re the ones who needed to hear it the most.
Also wanted to mention that on Sunday, at my parents’ wedding anniversary reception, my sister announced that my niece was going to sing my parents’ wedding song, “More,” and my nephew was going to play it on the keyboard. The two of them got ready to begin, and my nephew, in a very campy way, blurted out, “I just realized I don’t know how to play the keyboard! Does anyone here know how to play this song?”
Several people raised their hands, and one woman actually started heading toward them. But my nephew called out “I see a gentleman over there who looks like he could do it. How about you, sir?” And my dad, with whom they’d obviously worked all this out, worked his way out of his chair and hobbled his way over the keyboard, with my mom, who was stunned and completely taken aback, trailing behind to make sure he made it OK.
Dad played the song, as he has many, many times, and even though he was a little clumsy and slow about it, my niece sang along and it was the most touching thing I’ve seen in years. I was able to keep from crying all during my brother’s wedding, but when my dad played their wedding song, I blubbered like a freakin’ waterfall. I do have pictures, but they didn’t come out very well.