It was a wedding
T H A T
W A S N ‘ T
T H E Y
called me less than two weeks ago’s
after he asked his Father,
his hero
Suffering from ALS,
If he would like to see him and his fiancé
get married;
His dad agreed
and the first hurdle was
W H O
neither of his Hospice Spiritual Care Coordinators
were able to conduct the Wedding
SO
a Hospice Social Worker
remembered a boast of mine from years earlier:
“I’D MARRY ANYONE, ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!”
When she called and asked
I was in. . .
When she told me it was going to be on the Fourth of July
I was even more in. . .
There were other hurdles:
Caterer’s, Photographers, Family schedules, Cake Decorators, Alterations, Florists, Table Settings and a host of behind-the-scenes details. . .
3:00 p.m. on the Fourth of July finally came
and with candles burning and
canned music playing
SHE
WALKED DOWN THE Make Shift Aisle in his parents living room
They faced one another and held hands;
Teared-up
Repeated Vows
Exchanged Rings
Mixed two Different Colors of Sand in a Vase
k i s s e d
Walked away with a series of flashed bulbs capturing the moments. . .
It was the wedding that WASN’T. . .
They lived in Pennsylvania
and had no wedding license
but plenty of witnesses
IT DIDN’T COUNT–
not legally. . .
B U T
when Love is the Law
it also becomes
G O S P E L
and their act of Love
wasn’t holding each other’s hands
and vowing their love;
but making sure
no hand wasn’t un-held;
that
LOVE
WAS THEIR CIRCLE
that excluded
NO ONE;
ALL FAMILY MEMBERS
Were Included
. . .and the best thing of all
for this humble
Caring Catalyst:
THEY INCLUDED ME
It made the FOURTH
far BETTER
than WORSE
It made
for a
FOURTH AN EVER