This weekend I was a part of a very special occasion. I was asked to sing at a wedding of a good friend of mine. The rub was that she was already married to the man she married this weekend.
My friend is struggling with lung cancer and the prognosis is bleak. She wanted to be able to convert to Catholicism so her children can be confirmed in the church. The event was one of the more moving occasions that I have attended.
She was hoping to walk down the isle, but her walking has deteriorated. So she had her father push her wheelchair down the isle. It doesn't matter sometimes how things get done, it is more important that they get done. My friend is the ultimate pragmatist. She adapts and makes the best of any situation.
She couldn't walk, her eye is patched, because it is for the most part useless. Her face droops on one side and her hair under the wig is mostly gone. And yet, in the midst of all of the things she has had to adapt to in fighting her disease, the true beauty of who she is has not only not been diminished, but has blossomed.
She was a beautiful bride, and we as witnesses to this sacred sacrament stood in awe of her.
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