There was supposed to be a wedding at Alabama’s Spring Hill Baptist Church this weekend. Instead, the church held a funeral.
The bells for the bride’s entrance – instead a bold knell.
Her groom was meant to kiss her blushing face – instead a kiss farewell.
“It is finally wedding week!” he posted to his friends last Monday. This Monday he occupies a hospital bed whilst
he suffers head trauma and broken bones.
“Don’t wear white to a wedding!” they say.
Wear white for the funeral they won’t.
Happiest day of their lives.
Something old – the promise ring lost in the wreckage.
Something new – the sensation of being alone.
Something borrowed – his wedding attire for the funeral.
Something blue –the painted walls of the vacant nursery.