I heard something today which got me thinking about a ceremony i conducted several years ago. I was in the midst of an intensive uni semester – and a busy wedding season – and, like the idiot that I am, I had agreed to do Jury duty. In short – I was super busy. So this particular Tuesday, I’d been called for Jury service and was back at home by 11am. I had assignments to finish and nothing would deter me.
I received a phonecall from a man who said his son wanted to marry the love of his life. Only problem is – his son was dying from liver cancer. I told the fellow I could get to him on the Friday and he said he thought that would be too late. So, stuff it … i thought – sometimes priorities can just smack you in the face.
I was with the family within the hour. I helped them complete the Noim and sighted all the relevant paperwork – then rang the Magistrates Court in Maroochydore to organise a shortening of the month’s notice. The bride went to see them with my support docs at about 2 – all was approved.
I called upon some beautiful people (flowers and photography) and this wonderful and loving couple were married that afternoon (3 hours notice). it was one of the most beautiful and touching ceremonies i have witnessed.
They loved each other with every fibre of their beings and i am so proud to have made myself available from the silliness of my urbane existence, to witness such beauty..
That was a Tuesday – by the following Sunday, the groom was dead. He was 24.