“Good for you.” I stared at him and felt the tears forming in my eyes. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” I asked him. “It’s been almost thirty years. I shouldn’t have had to spend all that time on my own.”
“I know, but it’s nearly over. And you haven’t done a bad job of it at the same time, given the mess you made of the first thirty. The years apart will feel like nothing compared to what we have before us.”
“The music’s started,” said my mother, clutching me to her.
“I have to go, Bastiaan,” I said. “Will I see you later?”
“No. But I’ll be there in November when you arrive.”
“All right.” I took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” said my mother. “Shall we go?”
I nodded and stepped forward, and slowly we made our way down the aisle, passing the faces of our friends and family, and I delivered her into the arms of a kind man who swore to love her and take care of her for the rest of her life.
And at the end, when the entire congregation broke into applause, I realized that I was finally happy.