“Weddings and funerals,” they say and I am now certain that is how life unravels. Just ten days following my father’s tragic death by plane crash my little brother River got married to his English girlfriend Bronte. In the wake of so much pain and tragedy, the wedding provided joyful respite and distraction. Life goes on! And I was able to be there to celebrate with them on the ranch in Florida as I was already there to mourn with our family. We had the ceremony and reception right on the ranch. From the day Dad passed for the next two and a half weeks it rained. Like, torrential tropical storm kind of rain. I imagined it was Dad’s spirit. The storm only subsided for three brief moments. The first was during our Celebration of Life for Pops. The second was the night before the wedding when we went out to Dad’s favourite camp in the Everglades. And the third was for the short wedding ceremony. Magic! Thanks, Dad! I’ve been riding the fine line between this world and the next these days. We really got an angel in Bronte. It is a pleasure to have a new member of the family, a big love for River because he deserves it all, and a wonderful role model for my little sister Sarah. xo