Normally I would write something like this…personal and private, only to family and close friends. But…StoryStar has introduced me to people from all over the world. I have “friends” out in the Cyber World now that are as happy for me, and my daughter, as they would be for people they have actually met.
For those, and readers who just want to share the Universal Joy that Love and building a Family bring to people all over the world, here is one such story.
I danced with my daughter. At her Wedding. It was marvelous. I WALKED her down the aisle, which was a miracle in its own right. As was her Wedding. Two long stories came to the same ending- one of health, one of love. They met at the point where two young people start their lives, and two old people watch.
Story One: The Romance.
My daughter had a great friend in Middle School. Briefly they went “Steady”, which is an American Term that means: “We are in love, and don’t date other people.” Mostly it is cute and the beginning of learning to love someone else. Some folks call it Puppy Love, or their first “Crush”, or their first relationship. Boyfriend and Girlfriend are the beginning labels that later turn into things like: partner, significant other, fiancé, or Wife and Husband.
It doesn’t really matter what you call it, it simply means you love someone so much you want them in your life, to laugh with, to hold, to weather the storms that Life throws at you. Like anything else in Life, it takes hard work, and time - to get it right.
After Middle School, my daughter and her Beau went on a two decade long journey without each other. Life took them on different trajectories, but they stayed in touch on occasion. Then Life took a sharp turn and brought them face to face again.
That was two years ago. Two days ago…they were married.
The Romance story played out over two decades. The Health issues that made me think not only would I not dance with my daughter at her Wedding, but I might not even be able to go to it- lasted two years.
For most of a year, I was a cripple. I was bed ridden for 41 days, and unable to even walk down the stairs for months. I could walk less than ten meters, and even then I needed two canes and massive will power. My constant companion was pain.
I had to heal from five different injuries to my legs and hips before the Surgeon could even operate on my hip. My daughter’s Wedding was approaching fast. Some glitches with the Insurance stuff and the Veteran’s Administration - where, just like some computer programs, the two did not know how to “shake hands.”
Because both the committed and caring folks at the VA AND the folks at the Insurance Company AND my Health Care Team including the Surgeon- wanted me to dance at my daughter’s Wedding, people pulled it all together. They got everyone on the same page, and expedited the surgery to give me a date that would make it possible, but not a certainty, that I would be at the Wedding.
I did all of the pre-surgery exercises to the letter- that might be one reason that I sailed through the first part of the Surgery and Rehab. Then I fought off a serious post surgery infection in just six days. Then I got cleared of all restrictions just one week before the Wedding. A full six weeks earlier than usual.
Just thirty one days after I left the Operating Table, I walked my Daughter down the Aisle to her future. Later, I got to dance the Father/Daughter dance with her. It was marvelous. Her new Family has welcomed her as a daughter, and for the Groom’s brother’s, they got a new Little Sister. Her In-Laws treated us like Royalty and provided hospitality and food galore.
I can’t describe, at least in words, what it meant to my daughter, her sister, my Kathy, and myself, to be able to walk my daughter down the aisle without my cane, and then dance for 90 seconds with her while everyone cheered us on. Modern Medical Science, tons of prayers and good thoughts from everyone who knew us, and my own stubborn determination to dance at her Wedding- all played a part in making a memory I will never forget.
The two long car rides, more than a thousand miles total, did set me back a bit. But who cares? I am home and resting now, so I will heal up even more. The real miracle was simple: