Granny pictures

The entire wedding party arrived at the church, a small church on the edge of town where Cathy's family attended. We went through the motions, were told what to expect and what would be happening, then all went back to Cathy's parents for tea and coffee. I was welcomed into Cathy's family with open arms. They gushed and cooed over me until I wanted to scream! But at least they were friendly and were giving their blessing. I found myself wondering what they would've thought if they'd known all there was to know about my history. Thursday night Cathy had a graduation rehearsal, so I tagged along because I had nothing better to do. I sat in the empty auditorium watching the proceedings, thinking about where my life was going. One minute I pictured myself as the knight on the white stallion, the Prince Charming, having swooped down from Indiana, New York, Montreal, to take my princess away from all her misery. And precisely what misery was that I was taking her away from? The next minute I felt like I was in a swift moving river swimming upstream, being swept along helplessly by the current. Swift moving stream? Damn! I suddenly thought of the cabin where Kelly and I had been so happy. I wondered if the old man who ran the place was still there. Somehow I doubted granny pictures. When I'd gone back to St. Luke's I'd found just about everyone I knew there was gone. The organ was being played by an older lady I didn't know, Mrs. Atkins had retired and moved out west with her son. Even John Whittaker was nowhere to be found. So why would I expect the old man with the cabins to still be where I'd left her so long ago? I was glad I was sitting so far back as the graduation class did their thing, because I didn't want Cathy to see the tears in my eyes.