I remember watching the movie Father of the Bride and thinking…no way am I getting married and putting my dad through that!
Of course, I figured that I would get married and my dad would walk down the aisle, we’d do our father-daughter dance, and all would be well with the world. But then my dad died suddenly. I mean like I’d talked to him the night before and then the next day there was a message on my phone from the hospital. Kinda spun my world off kilter for a while.
Not having my dad around for all of the excitement and planning of the wedding has been weird to say the least. Am I super excited to be marrying The Mister? Yes! Am I sad that my dad has never met The Mister? Yes. Am I very sad that my dad can’t walk me down the aisle? Yes. Am I fired up that my brother will do the honors? Yes! See what I mean? Such a dichotomy of emotions.
I suppose it’s a case of expectations not meeting up with the reality of life. I’d always just assumed and expected that my dad would be around for my wedding. Real life has dictated that he’s not…and I’ve got to get right with that.