So the last week of my trip has been pretty much all wedding colours (nearly picked), venue (sorted!), and dresses. Ball gown vs a line vs mermaid vs trumpet. I’m quite lucky to be a sample size so it’s pretty easy to shop but I haven’t decided on anything– yet. All week I’ve been waiting for my say yes to the dress/ I found the gown moment of triumph with hugs and and tears and then WHAM
Today I’ve run head first into what I’m really doing here, today is my dad’s memorial service and it’s hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve run smack into a wall of grief and sadness and it feels like I’ve been blind sided.
See, planning a wedding is a great distraction from reality. While my mom and I were debating what black tie really means and whether reply cards are necessary for invitations, I wasn’t thinking about my father’s upcoming funeral. Yes, of course we’ve been talking about how to honor him and who will walk me down the aisle, weddingy matter of fact elements of what to do on your wedding day when only one of your parents is living. I haven’t been thinking about his death as an event that I’ll have to relive in only a few hours. And I should have been. Even though it’s been 6 months, the emotions are still fresh and raw and they’ve been buried beneath two months of wedding distraction.
And so here I am.
All week I’ve been so wedding focused, I’ve been dreaming of my wedding and my dad has been in every single dream, and it’s been great, I’ve literally had a dream wedding every night with perfect dresses and father daughter dances and fireworks and ferris wheels (don’t ask) and in a few hours I’ll have to sit through a day long reminder of the fact that my father is dead and my perfect, dream wedding will always be just a dream.
I know it’s meant to celebrate his life and that death is a part of life and every other platitude you can throw at me. But it doesn’t feel great and I’m scared and sad and I miss him. A lot.
I know today’s event will only go for a few hours and in another 24 hours, tomorrow no matter what will be a new day, and that today will be in the past– but then again, it’s the same with a wedding day, isn’t it?
Today I’ll celebrate the end of my father’s life and tomorrow will go back to being distracted by planning a new one with The Runner, so thankful to my Dad for helping me become the person who I am today and the person who The Runner loves. Still missing him and wishing he were going to be there to walk me down the aisle, give a cheesy toast, and then dance with me to Elton John but knowing that that will only happen while I sleep.