The music began and she took her son's arm and smiled through tears. Calla lilies, her favorite, graced the altar. Their fragrance filled the room and sunlight spilled across the aisle. She looked up at her son and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll trip" and waited for his reassuring smile back before they started walking in carefully timed steps. Her violet dress brushing her matching heels. Glancing and nodding at friends gathered, too soon they reach the front. Too soon, her son a man. Too soon, her ideal achieved. She felt a wave of dissociation waft through her mind. The music stopped, her time had come to an end. So much, too soon. With a kiss her son lead her to the front pew, before taking his place beside the pastor. He paused waiting for her to realize that she was still holding on to his hand too long. The pastor cleared his throat gently, signally the beginning of the ceremony."We are gathered here to celebrate the life of Harold Harmsen, devoted husband of 47 years of his beloved wife Laura and their dear son Carl..."
The pastor's voice lost as she drew several Kleenex from the box provided to hide her silent laughter. Free, finally free!