First of all, this was a spectacular day! Our baby girl got married to a terrific guy in August. We were all so happy.
And I was very very very emotional (there aren't enough very's in the world). I felt Mike's presence. He was there. And he walked her down the aisle. Figuratively. Literally.
Our eldest son got the honor of walking his sister down the aisle. The youngest son managed to sneak some of his dad's ashes into a ziplock bag and then into the pocket of the eldest.
Some people thought it was kind of sick. You really need to be a widow to understand.