The first hurdle has been passed (if one could even call it a hurdle). My daughter is now married, having completed the civil ceremony in a lovely castle (mentioned earlier), surrounded by family and some friends. The big-deal, white dress, romantic affair takes place next week.
As with most such events, it was pleasant but anti-climatic. It is another example of controlling people through government fiat, elaborate ceremonial words, and manufactured illusion. Most people play the game, even if they have lived together for years without official sanction or start to squabble the moment the ceremony ends.
I could not help thinking of a Doris Day song from the distant past: Que sera sera. Because she used it as her theme song, it became implanted in many peoples minds. Few know that it won an Academy Award, because it was used for a Hitchcock film. The words relate a woman's lament about life not living up to her expectations and her disappointment at everything not meeting the illusions she has created in her mind. Once a milestone was reached, she noticed her mistake and decided to keep on dancing. Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be. The future's not ours to see.
I had no illusions about yesterday, but I'm sure that my daughter did and has plenty about the future. She seemed happy, which was the most important aspect for me. I have given up on illusions and take things as they come, for better or worse. Que sera sera...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.