Sunday, January 29, 2012

Midnight in Paris

Today was...interesting.

I, along with two of my girlfriends from work, attended a funeral of a father of a fellow co-worker and friend. Funerals always make me feel...odd. I have no words for my feelings; none that I can even comprehend into thoughts to type here. It's bittersweet, really. 

I know what it feels like to be told your father has cancer. But I don't know what it feels like to be told that your father died of cancer. Incomprehensible, really. 

I remember what my father told me the day he and my mom told me he was sick: "I will be there to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day. And I will be there to bounce your children on my knee, and see them bound down that staircase, just like I saw you do." And he fulfilled the first half of that promise already. And I love him even more for it. 

I started crying as I was driving home in the car with my friend Lisa. I told her what I just told you, and then tears ran down my face thinking that our friend will never have the honor and privilege of walking arm-in-arm with her father down the aisle on her wedding day. Just thinking of it now breaks my heart. Having my father walk me down the aisle on my wedding day was one of the most special moments of my life. I will remember that quiet, special time, right as the doors closed behind my little sister - my maid of honor - and that anticipation set in. It's captured by camera, which I'm so thankful for. He said to me, "You look beautiful." 

I still can't imagine how my friend and her family feels. Honestly, I hope I don't have to for a long time. My heart breaks for them and I've been in constant prayer for them all day. 

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I came home and sat on the couch and just held my husband tight. We put in "Midnight in Paris," which, frankly, is one of my new favorite movies. 


I normally think Woody Allen is a bit quirky, but he did this one right. 

I want to move to Paris in the 1920s. But I guess I will have to settle for a trip to Paris in a very near summer. 

{Photo via Google}

1 comment:

  1. You're the third person to reference this movie today. I'm putting it on my to do list. Funerals leave me at a loss for words as well. We recently had very close friends in a car accident and Scott, the husband and father (of a 19 month old baby girl) passed away. My words were (are) just not eloquent enough. It made me so very introspective. And so so thankful for what I have.

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