Do you cry at weddings?
I never have, but today I cried and really I don't know why. I wasn't there, I didn't know anyone involved, I am at heart a Republican, yet I cried. Big salty silent tears rolled down my cheeks. They started when Kate stood at the door of the Abbey and held, so tightly, her dad's hand, then again when William turned and told her she looked beautiful. Ditto, when the Bishop of London spoke, and finally gulping sobs whilst trying to sing along to Jerusalem. What is wrong with me? Luckily I was alone, but really? Is it because I am 46 and hormonal (am I peri-menopausal) could that be the cause? I don't think so. To be honest I think it is that on days like this, I miss people that are no longer with me, I long to hold my dad's hand, to watch the coverage with my Gran, to call my aunt in America so she can tell me what 'The Dames of the British Empire' got up to. But above all I am a romantic, I believe in love and marriage and watching two people who seem to be in love, declare that to the world, tugs at my heart, makes me have hope in the world. Because in the end I know this to be true, no matter who you are, what you have, at the end of the day love really is all there is....
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