My brother’s wedding was last weekend. It was a lovely, very personal and fun. It was great to cut loose with my brother and sister-in-law, spend a lot of time with my parents and see friends and family.
As mentioned, B was in the first week of surgical rotation and unable to attend. I was pretty bummed, but think I handled it well. However, once I got home and saw him, I did have a little meltdown that went something like this:
“I missed you and it was a very special and important event and I wish you had been there. Everyone asked about you and he is my only sibling and I kept turning to talk to you and you weren’t there and I’m so sad!” Sob, whine, sob.
This, 1) accomplished nothing and 2) only made B feel more awful than he already did.
But sometimes you just gotta cry it out. And an hour later, I felt much better.
Congrats to J&D!