Yesterday I celebrated with another of my friends. It was Courtney's wedding day. There were smiles and quite a few tears. I sat there feeling a little detached from it all. It was like I didn't want to think too hard about her mother's tears. I didn't want to think about how much I knew she missed Mr. Lyle.
Mr. Lyle is Courtney's dad. He was killed in an accident 6 months ago. He was there with us in every smile. He was there when her sons led her down the aisle. He was there, but I felt his absence hanging over me. I wanted him to see how pretty she looked. I wanted him to sit and look over at her in that way that only dads do. I know that he was with us but this morning I miss him still.
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