God willing, there will be many other joyous family occasions. One day, I pray, my children will marry. There will be a wedding. One that my parents would so much have wanted to be there for. Hopefully I will be there. But I will inhabit more than myself. For I am now an inhibitor of spirits, of memory, of influences born of years in their presence and, now, their physical absence.
Before my mother died, I spoke to her about my brother. He was going through a difficult time at the time. I made a promise to her. I told her that if and when he got married, I would dance for her at the wedding. Last Sunday I was able to fulfill that promise.