![]() Today, I’m simply glad to be here, and to have made it on time. ![]() There are reasons for that, but I’ll get to those parts later. While I’d once loved the piano, I no longer play the instrument where I’d grown up with a loving family, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of them. Some things haven’t changed-my name, for instance-but I’m thirty-seven now and in the early stages of a new career, one I’d never considered in the first three decades of my life. Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember the man I was when our paths first crossed, but isn’t that normal? Life endlessly offers us chances to set new directions and in the process we grow and change when we look in the rearview mirror, we catch a glimpse of former selves who sometimes seem unrecognizable. We do, however, have an undeniable bond, one that has its roots in events that occurred years ago. Though we’d spoken regularly for more than a year after she left New Bern, our relationship since then has been limited to a couple of texts every now and then, sometimes instigated by her, sometimes by me. I’ve known the bride for more than five years now, though I’m not sure that she would consider us friends. They’re uncomfortable and as a physician, I’ve learned that my patients respond better to me when I’m dressed more casually, as they tend to be. In my daily life, I generally don’t wear suits. ![]() Because it’s August in the South, the temperature is sweltering, made worse by the suit and tie I’m wearing. The church resembles an alpine chapel, the kind you might find in the mountains outside Salzburg, and inside the cool air is welcoming. ![]()
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