Forevermore: The Wedding Diary Edition (FINAL CHAPTER)
Top Ten Things I’m Now Ready To Do On My Wedding Day:
#1: I think I’m now ready to say these two words that mean a lifetime of commitment–‘I do’.
Here’s the final chapter of ‘Forevermore: The Story of RC and Cess’
Final Chapter: FOREVERMORE
Now, finally, here we are: the final chapter of this eight-year journey. And the truth is, trying to re-tell the story exactly as it happened is next to impossible. I’m just glad that my head and my heart captured as much as it can—unforgettable memories and moments that have brought us here, now, and forever.
I have always been guided by this one simple principle: life is an everyday learning experience. Everything is a visual aid, anybody can be your classmate, somebody can be your teacher, and nobody is exempted. I’m so glad eight years ago God found it in His good pleasure to put me and Cess beside each other in His seat plan. Since then, we’ve been seated together, learning together, teaching together, praying together. People and circumstances have tried to pull us apart, but God moved in mysterious ways, as He always does, to put me and Cess in the places where we are supposed to be—beside each other.
Soon, we will be moving on to the next class.
With barely a day for me as a bachelor, I cannot really tell what’s ahead for me as a husband. I pause to think for a moment what answers are out there for the questions that I have in me. And then I remember this song from one of our hymns:
‘…many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand, but I know Who holds tomorrow, and I know Who holds my Hand.’
My heart now suddenly feels an aura of peace as the music of that song lingers on for a while until it fades away. My mind then wanders away from the present on to the future—to a time when I am seated in a porch, on a rocking chair. My hair has turned from jet black to a hoary frost. The face that once had distinct features of a young preacher is now covered with wrinkles and creases. My fingers are now trembling—they could hardly type any of the words on the PC’s keyboard. Worse, my eyes cannot even see clearly what’s popping out of the PC’s. And the voice that once blended with a choric rendition now has hardly any use for humming a tune. These features are mere shadows of what was once a spirited, sibilant young man, ready to take on life as a vanquishing conqueror.
But beside him is a woman, also aged and withering. The lines on her face have almost covered her lips, which used to give off that radiant smile. Her eyes are now having a hard time counting how many kids—their grand kids—are in the yard beside their porch, playing and having fun. She slowly leans her head on the shoulder of her husband, just like how she used to do. She looks up to him, and with a faint voice she whispers to his ear and asks a question:
‘Ga, ano nga ulit yung kanta natin… yung theme song natin?’
This time, this question is more of a result of old age rather than an attempt at endearment. She asks, not because her heart has forgotten, but because her mind cannot remember anymore.
The old man, looking sweetly to his wife of more than 50 years, tries to recreate the melody in his head, and with all the strength and musicality left in his withering frame, he hums…
‘You were just a dream that I once knew, I never thought I would be right for you, I just can’t compare you with anything in this world…’
He pauses, inhales more breath, and with trembling hands he strokes her also silvered hair…
‘you’re all I need to be with…’