Family events can be fairly neutral to uplifting to overtly destructive. My nephew’s wedding in Albuquerque last weekend was simply magical and, for me, deeply healing. 2010 had seen the deaths of both my parents and the risk of splintering what had been a strong nuclear family. This was the first family event since their deaths.
The ceremony was outdoors with no music. Nothing but the bright New Mexico sky and the raw emotions of the watchful families and the bride and groom. I’ve never seen my nephew smile and spontaneously laugh so much, as did his bride. Their voices broke the crisp air with heartfelt vows. Old people (including me!) wept. A thing of great and powerful beauty.
I toasted the new couple, evoking and honoring my parents memory at the reception and joined in the intense celebration that lasted deep into the night. Our family has never felt closer. The circle of life will catch us all and passings are inevitable, but they make the joy of new beginnings all the more sweet. My parents would have been so pleased.