At the risk of being maudlin, I thought I’d share a few pictures from my wedding album… The date, as you know by now, my faithful readers, was August 28, 1999. The place was the 356th Fighter Group Restaurant in North Canton, Ohio. And unlike today, it was not raining and it was beautiful.
I hear the clinking silverware and the best man’s toast. God bless Jonathon Bock. (I don’t see him enough; he and his wife keep inviting me to stuff and I keep declining… Those who knew you then know the difference in who you are now and it’s hard.)
The friendly cake feeding ritual. No smashing–so cliche! (And not when I’m wearing a $600 dress that I will never wear again.)
I always dreamed of my future husband wearing a white tux with tails at our wedding, ever since age 13 when I lusted after Davy Jones dancing to “Daddy’s Song” in the movie Head. Bet you didn’t know that about me. Frightening, but true. A good man obliges his future wife. He did sport that white tux and tails better than a young Davy Jones ever did!
And life drums relentlessly on. All that’s left are the memories and photographic evidence. There once was a man named Michael Russell Fronheiser. And he was the first great love of my life…. May he rest in eternal joy until we meet again amidst some ephemeral realm where we can wander the galaxy endlessly learning.