August Second

On August second, what seems like a lifetime ago, I watched my brother and his new bride leave on his Harley. We were following them, and got separated when the road split in two. So we watched them go: she, in her white dress, wrapped around him. Him, in his suit, happy and relaxed. We didn’t have a camera. But that image is still, for me, one of the most beautiful image of their relationship: complete trust.

I think of that moment often, especially on what would be their anniversary (21st, if I’m not mistaken). So tonight, I watched my son sleep as I remembered the uncle he’ll never get to meet.