Last night I missed a very close friend’s first son’s wedding.
We’d spent hours waiting for planning talking and sharing about “the” day.
As the hours pass I imagine the chuppah the simchah the kallah. How in the world am I going to explain this to my friend?
Maybe I’ll start with the truthful saying that “every person who’s meant to be at the chuppah will be there and every person who’s not won’t be” This time I was on the “won’t be” list.
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