This weekend has been full-on emotion: overwhelming joy walking alongside understated grief. Heaven and hell.
But with this weekend and all it gave me - celebration of marriage, old friends, beginnings of good, new friendships, holding hands with a man who cannot speak to me anymore - has come a flood of words, expression.
I am thankful for the songs that will come, giving someone a melody, a song they may not have been able to ever sing themselves.
Here are the pieces.
I remember climbing those stairs
But I don't remember seeing you there.
Your dad so elusive; your mother so shy,
It's enough to make the brothers cry
enough to make the brothers cry
Skies of piercing blue cover us
Watch you coming towards your awestruck groom
And I wonder can I hold
such joy in my heart?
I can't contain, cannot contain.
She was so damn beautiful
in that 50s black and white
but now she's gone, and he cannot hold on.