Closure, Pt. 2
A goodbye (59/365)
(Read part 1 of this series) The day of my wedding, Mario our photographer came to my house in the early morning. His typical routine is to start at the groom’s house, then drive with him to the bride’s house. After that, he does a photo session with both of them, and then sees them at the wedding. That day he caught on camera two very important moments with my Dad.
The first one was while in my house. I got dressed up and was about to leave, when he suggested that I get a picture with my Dad. He had to use extra oxygen and still wasn’t dressed up, so I told Mario that we could skip that.
Also, we weren’t that close, my Dad and me. We loved each other, of course, but we had very different sensibilities. We silently kind of sorted it out, but never had the chance to open up. Being emotional between us was not frequent.
He insisted.
I said OK, let’s do it.
I went for my Dad, and Mario got some pictures:
Later that day, during our Catholic wedding, something else happened.
During the Sign of Peace, which is the part of Mass just before the distribution of the Eucharist, churchgoers exchange a gesture of peace. This is often done by shaking hands, offering a nod, or smiling while saying, 'Peace be with you.'
Before that part took place, the priest suggested that Vivi and I go and ask our parents for their blessings. We did and Mario got the moment when I hugged my Dad, and just before he said:
I do give you my blessing.
In a couple of weeks I’ll tell you more about what happened following my wedding, but here’s a spoiler:
Those were the last words I heard him say.
Ps. Two months already! Thanks for being here.
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