I will be in a white dress, with a scandalously low back that I know you would disapprove of.
Itís going to be on a Florida beach, you canít swim so I know that would make you nervous.
My Groom will be in white and tan, he will be ever so handsome.
I can just imagine the look in his eyes when I walk down the aisle, I would really like to have your arm to hold onto, because I will feel it in my knees
The bouquet is going to be perfect, a beautiful isle of rose petals on the sand to walk down, I will have beads on my feet.
Then I will be there, saying those words, I bet I will look grown up and mature.
Vowing before God and the Sky that I will love this man and only him until I die
I bet mom would cry, I would even hope to see some tears in your eyes Dad.
It will be short and sweet, I imagine people on the beach will even stop and stare, itís going to beautiful.
I wish you could be there.
I imagine after we say I do, the family and friends will clap, would you?
Then it is picture time, by the beach, on the rocks, with his parents and sisters.
Would you have smiled?
Would you have hugged me after? Said congratulations?
Then we will all go to a nice restaurant nearby, eat dinner and I will get to be seen in my dress, I will want to leave it on for as long as possible. I will have a drink to celebrate; I know you would look on so disapproving as you sipped on water, wondering where you went wrong with your daughter, glad that you are no longer going to call yourself my father.
Then itís time, we are through and my groom wants to take me away.
I would hug his mom, and I know I will cry a little because mine isnít there.
His dad will grab me in a rough hug of emotion; I bet you would have been awkward as well.
We will get in our car and drive away, everyone will wave and I will never know what your last words of wisdom would have been.
If you were dead, I could forgive, but you will just be staying home instead.
You wrote me off as a daughter a long time ago, all because I didnít believe the way you believe down to the ďTĒ
You wonít let mom come, even though we both know she wonít really ever forgive you for letting our relationship fall through.
You have missed many moments in my life, my first prom, my first boyfriend, my first breakup, my first kiss, my first real love, my first beer, my first car, my first apartment. I would have forgiven all those moments Dad, if you would have come, even just to watch with a frown.
I will never forget that you were the reason I could not hug my mother on this, my wedding day.
When should have been the man that gave me away.