It was amazing how quickly he was thrown back to an earlier time.
The pop song had been very popular and extremely meaningful to him in his early teens. He remembered her. Her smile and her laughter. That wonderful way she had laughed; it had been contagious. When she laughed, others joined in. Now, in this place, this all but forgotten love song had barely begun to play, when the tears started. He had no idea this old number had been chosen. With eyes squeezed shut, he began to sob. His sobbing grew louder…He felt her hand grip his elbow. Tears ran down his cheeks as he opened his eyes. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He did his best to smile as he looked around at all the wedding guests, then back at his bride. She was frowning. The priest coughed.
“Sorry. Hay fever,” he whispered.