Tomorrow my mom along with my brother, his fiance, and her parents are meeting with the pastor (who happens to be my cousin) at the church of their planned wedding. I think they have to testify that neither my brother nor his fiance are already married. And we have to give documents that my brother was baptised, received first communion, and confirmed since it will be a Catholic wedding. We also have to have the certificate from when my brother and his fiance (non-religioned) took a pre-martial class.
The thing is... my dad always took care of all our documents and he keeps them who knows where. My mom went crazy searching for the papers without success. The whole time she kept mumbling non sense, full of worry, at the verge of tears. So I got up and helped search through the stacks and stacks of documents. Instead of finding the marriage papers, I kept finding my dad's funeral documents.
Even though it's not my wedding (as it is my mother's for her first born son) nor was it my funeral (as it was my mother's for my father) I felt a strange sense of emptyness. An extreme lonelyness like everyone I treasured was only present by the thin sheets of papers I held in my hands.
I can only imagine how my mother feels on nights like this...



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