This picture is beginning to show its age,
just like the bride in the picture who is now 42 years older.
My dad had the opportunity to be the Father of the Bride the year before he died. Not every dad gets that experience. But despite the smiling faces, this picture always makes me a bit sad.
Your wedding day is supposed to be a joy filled day. Mine was filled with anxiety for him. He had problems in his life that spilled out daily onto his family. And my wedding day was no different. But on this day he tried ... tried really hard to be the father of the bride for me. And I know it was a major effort for him.
We looked happy there.
And although he didn't live long enough to see his own grand children, to give his other daughter away on her wedding day or to retire, he did get the chance to walk his daughter down the isle. This time he got a chance to be normal.
I know that meant a lot to him!
I don't recall ever saying this ... it is long overdue.
Miss you dad!