It rained (downpoured) on the way to the church. Than we were off to the local event spot for the reception. I won the centerpiece on the table..Yay me! I am not a big wedding person, but I came to support my friend. I watched Joe cry as his daughter danced with his grandson, the bridegroom. His grandson is 19, as is the bride. This was the first time I have ever seen Joe cry. When I watched his daughter dance with her son, I almost cried. I imagined dancing with Jesse at his wedding. I guarantee his shirt will be soaked.
Joe brought up some legal paperwork for his daughter to sign. Living will and such. I have a feeling he is getting his affairs in order. He is 74. Since losing his job about a year ago and getting no positive feedback on his daily job searching; this was the first time I have seen him truly relaxed and happy. Genuinely at peace. He thanked me for coming and I looked at him and told him, "No, thank you for bringing me". I felt quite honored that he wanted me to meet his family.
I try to imagine what it must be like to have been born in 1937 and be living in 2012. He has buried everyone he has loved, except his children. He is truly alone, except for when he comes to visit with me. I am his sounding board and best friend. Strange combination we are. This man has been there for me through all the horrid times since my husband died. I am blessed to have someone this special in my life. I believe I also help him in many ways. He confided in me that he would have been dead by now if it wasn't for me. So I feel that in helping another human being find joy and peace it has also helped me heal.
If you are bored next weekend and looking for ET, head to Pinebush, New York...Peace!
