Fourteen years ago today I walked down the aisle to Louis Armstrong singing What a Wonderful World. Hearing that soulful voice croon the words:
“I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world…”
it never entered my mind that the bloom would be so short-lived.
And yet I guess it’s not really short-lived, is it? As I looked at my kids tonight I thought about how Corey is living on in them and it made me sad and hopeful all at the same time. Those two feelings walk hand-in-hand in my head and in my heart often. Reluctant companions, tolerating one another at an uncomfortably close proximity.
I’ve been walking in a surreal fog all day. Of all the firsts I’ve faced over the past five months, this one has been the hardest.
No surprise there.
After being introduced as “man and wife” that day, we exited the church to At Last by the incomparable Etta James. The last line of that song says, “…and here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last.” It’s almost impossibly hard to believe that one half of “us” in celebrating this anniversary in Heaven.
I have to force myself to remember that all the hope, all the promise, all the plans and dreams that accompanied our wedding and the onset of this life together aren’t lost. I look at these two precious young people and know that all that promise lives on in them.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world…