In the ballroom of Hotel Intercontinental, the music of Joshua Kadison sounded in the background – “You’re my peace of mind in this crazy world. You’re everything I try to find; your love is a pearl….”
The lovely bride, clasped affectionately onto the arm of her father, walked down nervously along the aisle toward her husband-to-be who was waiting in full anticipation. The flower girls trod dandily and innocently, at the forefront of the bride and her father, scattering rose petals to pave the passage of love.
Smiling faces everywhere....
The pinnacle of the ceremony was the moment when the Justice of Peace asked the groom and the bride in turn: “ Will you love her/him, honor her/him, comfort her/him, and keep her/him in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be true to her/him as long as you both shall live”.
“Yes, I do.”, resonated and loving glances exchanged between my baby brother and his bride...
In ward 64 of National University Hospital, the ceiling fan rotated and hummed monotonously. Mum wiped the skinny body of dad with a wet towel. Never did I notice in the past how much more he had aged. Dad was warded for a heart problem that had plagued him for years and he was sent to the ER today as he was complaining of chest pain. We did not want to take risks.
Dad moaned helplessly as mum silently wiped his body. No lovey dovey glances were exchanged between them but I could sense the unspoken love, trust, care and steadfastness between them. It was almost unnoticeable to the eye but if seen with your heart, it clearly exists.
A heart melted and probably if you were there, you could also spot a faint unnoticeable smile....
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2 comments:
Wah....i think u should start writing not one, but many stories for Chicken Soup for the Soul.
-the one who has just awoken the 'hill'
Hey Maria, thanks for the compliment.... difficult moments in life makes one especially sentimental. Glad that the hills had been awoken!
Cheers!
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