In stark contrast to our family's loss, my brother gets married today. The wedding is still going ahead. My sister would not have wanted it to be cancelled. The day was planned with the hope that, after the end of her chemotherapy treatment, Esther would be well enough to enjoy it.
Of course this will be a bittersweet occasion but one that will be marked by much joy and outpourings of love to heavily punctuate our sadness. I'm doing a reading at the ceremony. My future sister in law dithered over her selection and sent me two lots of verse. I practised this one and then the other, a modern poem, was her final choice. This beautiful bit of Shakespeare still deserves an airing for its overall relevance at this time.