I've been missing my Mom and Dad today.
They won't get to see their oldest grandson walk down the aisle. In person where I can see them, see him walk down the aisle.
My Mom would have been so happy, she would have loved all the hooplah.
My Dad would have been so proud of J, and taking every opportunity to brag on him, even going as far as to follow someone around to continue sharing his pride.
It's normal to feel this way. And I'm not going to feel guilty about it, or try to push it aside. I'm going to delve into it and wallow. I'm going to grieve and mourn and then, when I'm done, I'll be ok. I will then be able to move on, and enjoy it all.
When I return Sunday or Monday, there will be a much happier post.