The tears were flowing, dripping onto his pristine white shirt and black and white striped tie. He released another deep breath as he tried to pull himself together, he didn't want to look a fool on his big day. He pulled out his hankerchief and thought about his gran who made it a christmas tradition to buy him a new one. He wiped his eyes before a blowing his nose quite loudly, or so he thought, yet no one turned to look.
His tears seemed like they spread to everyone, no one could hold in their emotions on this special day. He overheard his mother boast about how smart he looked today which raised a smile from his father, he always thought that his son followed in his footsteps. And that is true, and he'd never told his dad how much he loved him. He was going to marry the woman of his dreams just like his father had done all those years before and then raised him into the world.
That would be his one regret he thought as his beautiful, soon to be wife reached for his hand. As all the mourners walked past his coffin as he looked on from the back of the church his gaze moved to his mother. She was thanking the vicar and had always tried to make him take an interest in religion so she'd be very happy with him now. They walked hand in hand out of the church and into the sunset towards their heaven. They really would be getting married in the eyes of God.
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