The bride was beautiful, the groom was dashing. Doug Fox officiated with charm and grace. Friends and family fit comfortably in the small chapel. The only question was, would my shaky internet connection hold up?
The Bride was Kay Carlson, my mother. The Groom – Terry Prindiville, my new stepfather? Not sure I am there yet, but he is my new friend. A whirlwind romance by two people who, in the past 2 years, found themselves alone. Was it too soon? Were they merely trying to fill the vacuum? Could this possibly work? No, No & Yes.
Terry and Kay have both spent most of the last several years lovingly caring for a spouse in declining health. They lovingly fulfilled their vowels to “love and cherish, in sickness and health…”. No matter how strong your marriage is, there is a 50/50 chance you will end up alone. Terry and Kay know this math all too well. In the fall of their lives they were alone. Terry would have been happy to live out his days with Gail by his side, Kay with Bill. That was not to be.
But living alone was not God’s plan either. They could not replace what they had lost. But together they could ease the pain and mend the wounds of the the last several years. This is a validation of their decades long marriages. Years of loving marriages left them needing to serve a companion. Love is not a finite resource which must be moved from one person to another. It grows in new places, not diminishing what came before.
By the time the impending nuptials were announced to the family, our departure to Russia was just days away. I was torn between attending my Mother’s wedding and leaving my wife alone in a strange land. In the end, with Mom and Terry’s understanding, we decided my attendance would be virtual. I would be reduced to voyeur. But I would still be a part this happy day.
(Skype held up long enough for us to see the whole ceremony)
The internet connection in our new Russian apartment is spotty. But somehow, Saturday evening (Moscow time) we enjoyed 45 minutes of continuous video streaming from the First United Methodist Church in McKinney Texas, some 9000 miles distant. It was good to see my son, brother and sister in attendance. But most of all, it was good to see my Mother. Beautiful, happy and smiling. I cherish that smile, and I welcome into my life the good, earnest man who gave her that smile.