I can’t believe 12 months have passed now since your wedding day. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a glorious, sunny day in Sydney. It was also the last time I saw you, Mary, before you were taken away from us a month later.
For days before your much-anticipated big day, it had rained in Sydney, threatening to turn your garden wedding into a muddy affair, but even if the weather had stayed bad, I’m sure you would have started a mud-fight, because that’s the kind of mischief you could have got us started. But of course, God was looking out for you (and for the sake of us girls wearing heels on the grass), the sun shone brightly on your wedding day.
It was a long drive to the park but we made it without getting lost (as I am prone to do – no, I still have no SatNav!). A small crowd had already arrived and gathered around. Rodney was looking very dashing in his suit, and yes, very relaxed too. It didn’t take long before your car arrived. You were waving at the crowds like the Queen, and yes, you were definitely our Queen that day.
Your girls, Mia and Kylan, looked absolutely adorable in their pretty fairy princess dresses. And then you walked across the grass, escorted by your Dad. Even from afar, I could tell you looked frail, but there was no doubt you were happy. You were downright glowing and basking in the sunshine, your golden wig reflecting the sunshine as you squinted a little in the sunlight. You looked around, surprised by the number of people who had turned up to see you get hitched and finally make an honest man of Rodney 🙂
Remember the music video montage I made from the photos I took at your wedding? I’m proud to say I introduced Rodney and the girls to Bruno Mars, and every time I listen to that album, I think of you.
Today, 12 months on, your wedding anniversary has fallen on Easter Monday. The weather is not unlike that of your wedding day here in Sydney – sunshine on a beautiful autumn day – and it reminds me so much of your wedding day. Rodney and I had a long chat on the phone a few weeks ago and we talked about your wedding. Your girls are getting bigger and they’re taking care of Daddy, just as he is taking good care of them. You’d be proud of your family.
You are missed always but will never be forgotten.
Author’s note: Mary was a school friend of mine who lost her battle with cancer in May, 2011. I had previously blogged about her wedding day and later reflected on her life and our friendship.