One of my photographers lost both of his parents with not much time in between. His dad passed away three years ago, his mom a year later. It was tough for him, being only 23 years old at the time. Still young and frail. With only a brother and no close relatives, he often feels that he’s alone in this world.
Yesterday over our dinner conversation he said to me, “Sometimes I can’t stand shooting that time when the bride and the groom give respect to their parents, since it kinda always make me wonder, ‘When my time comes, who’s gonna be there?'”, he said, smiling bitterly, his eyes almost glistened.
For most of us it’s almost a cliche, the bride and groom sobbing over their parents shoulder.
For some, it’s everything they could never have.
Be thankful.
Ward, when I lost my Dad 11 years ago, one of the saddest things that I could imagine was that I will not have him walking me down the aisle. It made me cry even more than imagining him not being able to attend my graduation ( I was 18, at my first semester in college at that moment). The SQ stewardess even let me sit in the business class so that I wouldn’t bother other passengers because I cried for so many hours, and didn’t sleep at all during the flight back to Jakarta.
It was every bride’s dream to have her dad beside her during her biggest day. But I did believe that he was there with me all the time, picking me the right husband and the right new family to be with. Therefore, I let my sadness go away and turned it into tears of joy.
Thank you fro sharing Leony 🙂 He was there 🙂