I have to admit, I spent the majority of the time picturing my parents flow through their crowd of friends with the biggest grin upon their faces on my wedding day (great guest..huh?). In particular, Dad. I will never forget this one picture I saw of him. He was carrying a beer walking through the crowd as if he was the proudest Father on the planet, for that one special day. I know he was proud to put on a wedding at a snazzy little place (although his first recommendation for a wedding site was the VFW haul..) and serve his best of friends a wonderful meal, endless cocktails and the opportunity to dance with his 1st and oldest daughter. (the very first time I ever saw my Father dance and the very last..) Both my Family and the Close Family put on a wonderful celebration all of us would remember (although our friend Josh says to do this day, he only remembers going to the wedding, doesn't remember leaving....must have been the 6 hour open bar....so we were young, that is the only excuse I can come up with!).
Of course, I cried when the bride danced with her Father on the very exact dance floor I danced with Dad. My Sister-n-law Jackie was sitting next to me. I told her how my Sister cannot have a traditional wedding when she gets married one day. She cannot be put through not having this.
I look forward to the day when I can once again be happy at a wedding and truly be happy watching the Family and all of the traditions that go along with it. It's just hard.
A few more pictures of the Close girls this weekend....
My two biggest joys of the weekend were spending a few hours at the pool on the hot, sunny day with your Grandson Aydan. He is becoming quite the little fish.
And then with visiting Grandpa Olszowy today. Whether we are talking (yelling because he can barely hear me) about the War he fought in China or how to say I love you in Polish, I feel that much more closer to Dad as I spend time with him.Missing you every day,
Melissa
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