Saturday 2 August 2014

A Family Wedding

I went to a wedding recently - a nephew, Tom, was getting married.  Tom is Tim's son and that made it a bit special.  What made it a bit more special is that they were having the reception at the same hotel in London that Jane and I had our reception in 1974.  In fact, it was almost exactly 40 years ago - all bar 8 days - so we decided to stay the night and really enjoy the event.

You can imagine the conversation when I booked:
"Shall I send you the details of how to get here?"
"No thanks, I've been there before."
"When was that?"
"For my own wedding reception, almost exactly 40 years ago."
"Oh wow, how lovely - we'll see if we can do something for you!"
And they upgraded us to a lovely room - our thanks to the Richmond Hill Hotel.

It was also a lovely occasion for Tim's family especially.  Last September his eldest son had got married in Cornwall, and Tim could hardly make the journey. He had no energy and would probably have stayed at home if he could.  All his family were so aware of his condition last year, and saw how he was looking (and behaving!) this year; one would not have known that this was the same person as last year.  It certainly struck me that he was looking so happy and healthy with those lovely sparkling blue eyes and lots of energy; if I had not known, I would never have guessed that he had been so ill so recently.

Then Tom mentioned me in his speech and I am afraid I once again demonstrated how emotional I have become since the operation. I would like to have stayed nonchalant whilst smilingly acknowledging the prolonged applause from the assembled gathering, but I just collapsed in tears.  Tears of joy, I think, but I just see myself as a very small part of this whole miracle.  There's the many hospital staff who did all my tests, the surgeon and her staff who actually did the operations and who looked after me post-op; then there's my wife and family, who supported me through the process without ever questioning my decision or commitment, and my brother Duncan and his wife Diana who looked after me for a few days when I was discharged.  Then there's Tim's family who have all been so lovely in thanking me.  Finally there's the fact that the whole thing is a miracle of science, a genuine miracle from God who gave me the faith and used me to show His love for Tim and his family.  I just feel so grateful and small. And happy.