We had moved out of the neighborhood we shared with Emily’s family some years before. They had moved in when she was eleven months old. Even as a toddler, she’d been fascinated with my husband Sam, and he was always especially fond of her. As she got older, he found odd jobs for her to do around our place. Some years ago, we moved closer to our jobs.
I was touched to receive an invitation to Emily’s and Justin’s wedding. I hadn’t seen Emily for three years, when she and her parents attended my husband’s funeral. That she was even thinking to invite “the older lady who had lived across the street” was touching. I was able to get her email address at that time and wrote her an occasional note.
A week before the wedding, I received this email from Emily:
Hello Sarah! I’m so excited to see you next Sunday, at the wedding. It really means a lot to me that you are going to be there. I do have a question for you. We are planning on having a memorial candle in honor of those who cannot be with us on our wedding day. I was wondering if you would be ok with me placing a photo of Sam on display. I realize that you may not be comfortable with that and I respect that. And I want to make sure that your feelings are honored. Again, I am just so happy that you are going to be there.
I told her it would be lovely. It meant a lot to me. 0609-13