I HATE Surprises!

(Follow up to Aggressive Ambivalence. More to come)

I embarked on this trip to Minnesota because of a wedding.

Over the years many of my (our)trips have been because of wedding, funerals…big life events. Thats pretty natural I guess; when someone goes away, in this case Tom, the reasons for returning have to be pretty good.

This wedding was a pretty good reason for me. The groom was Tom’s younger brother’s son, and his (my, our) favorite nephew. The kid is hysterical, really, always has been, and Tom took particular delight in him.

So when his brother called and told me the wedding was coming I began to make plans. My son was originally coming with me, and it was disappointing to me, to everyone, when his new job kept him from the trip (Life!). But I was determined to go, and when I found out it was the weekend before the 4th of July I immediately emailed my sister-in-law. She hosts the 4th at her lake cabin (read:mansion. The place should have it’s own gift shop). I am writing from there now.

(Digression: the house just refilled with a bunch of people back from town, a lot of children waking from naps….this started in quiet and now it’s havoc. And you know..I love it!)

Anyway. I invited myself up to stay for the weekend and my little trip turned into almost 2 weeks, with lots of plans and fun.

OK, so let’s talk about the wedding.

The couple did that wonderful thing of getting a block of rooms at a local hotel and so when I got there, and the whole weekend, I was in the midst of family. There were 7 new children who I had not ever met (big Catholic family-ville!) and so it was lively.

The wedding was lovely. I had never met the bride and I am enamored. She has the personality to put up with my crazy nephew, to love him, and they will be very happy…I can just tell.

The wedding was LONG! god….Catholic weddings. About everything BUT the wedding couple, but I digress.

Let’s talk about the reception.

It was going swimmingly, except for the part where I couldn’t eat any of the food (seriously, fried foods, bread; thank god for the Whole Foods in the area that I could buy from and hide for my own personal consumption.)

Another digression: on the first night here at the cabin I was very grateful that I had brought the remains of a salad I had made the night before I left Minneapolis. Because I was a dick about it, and at least I had that while the rest of them chowed down on garlic bread, pasta and ranch dressing staples)

OK, no more digressing. This one was hard…. beauty and terror (remember that Rilke quote?:


So, dinner is done, toasts have been made, glasses constantly tinkling to get the happy couple to kiss and it’s time for the first dance.

Now, for the last half hour I had been talking to  Tom’s sister’s husband, my bro-in-law. He just celebrated 5 years of sobriety. I knew this because no one else is sober and knows anything about anonymity. Anyway, I outed myself to him and we were just waxing poetic about how good the sober life is. You’ve all heard it before and so many of you are experiencing it, right? It was great to have that commonality of language. I had no desire to drink, and haven’t this entire time. Grateful. But it was a really nice conversation.

Just as we are talking, my nephew rises. He starts with a special toast to all of those who could not be at the wedding for various reasons. Now, I’m not stupid, I knew what was coming, and I braced myself, which is what I do. And when he talked about the dead grandparents I stayed braced. Then he turned to Tom. Just Tom. Gotta say the bracing was loosening fast. He spoke of how much he and the whole family loved and missed him, he talked about how awesome he was, how he wrote and acted and sang and  really went on.

I digress: You know, I hate surprises. Everyone knows that about me. I mean  a sweet little surprise is ok, but do not catch me off guard. The idea of a surprise was  ruined for me when my husband dropped dead….no more surprises!. Seriously.

At this point I was a little  teary. My Bro-in-law reached over and grabbed my hand, and that was so sweet. And then my nephew announced a “surprise” that no one knew about except for his bride, and my heart stopped. And the next thing I knew, piping through the DJ’s sound system (I’m seriously tearing up right now), was the sound of my beloved’s voice, loud and strong and gorgeous, singing a mash up of “Pure Imagination” from Willy Wonka and “NeverNeverLand” from Peter Pan. (Yeah, I’m teary…).

Beauty and Terror. Did I mention I hate surprises? And did I mention that just prior to the song coming on, my nephew pointed me out in the crowd, so I had no where to go, no escape.  And did you know that I always tend to go for a joke? Because I leaned in to my bro-in-law, sobbing at this point and said “You know, I could really use a drink right now!”.

I stuck it out. Even when the couple got up and danced their first dance to his singing. I sucked it up and sat there.

When the song was over I excused myself and went to the ladies room and locked myself in a stall. And cried a lot.

When I composed myself and emerged from  the stall the females of the family were all in the bathroom looking for me, and it was so sweet and comforting and I was so grateful. By this time the terror had switched to the beautiful, because it really was. Such a loving gesture, such a testament to the bond that those two had and such a wonderful reminder of, and introduction to, the person who’s presence was the most missed in that room by so many of us.

Ambivalent, aggressively or no, I am not. But I still, and always, will hate surprises.



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  1. Nora Sekowski July 3, 2015 — 3:07 pm

    Wow. Just. Fucking wow. A million smiles, darlin’!

    Ciao, Nora


  2. What a wonderful tribute to Tom. You are a lucky woman to have such wonderful family members.

  3. My heart just stopped as I read this. Terror and beauty for sure!

  4. Beautiful! p.s. We’re in the same state (MN)…I hope you’re still having an incredible time.*

  5. Oh gosh, how difficult and beautiful. I am not one to think things are ‘meant to be,’ ever. But it’s almost like your sobriety until now has led you to being able to feel that moment. Like if you had continued on as a drinking person, the universe wouldn’t have delivered the moment because no one (you) would have been there to really feel it. Not many people have ever felt the loss of someone that close and far fewer have had a moment like that, have had to come face to face with their voice, their singing voice, in public. I can’t really think of anything that could make a person more vulnerable. That’s like six layers of vulnerability all piled on top of one another. Not the least of which is that you can’t even focus on how you’re coming off because of that voice. That was just for you, because you are who you are now. For the first half of the post I was hoping the surprise was that your son was going to pop out of the cake or something. But the one that happened – that counts.

  6. Christy Anna Beguins July 4, 2015 — 8:20 pm

    Oh dear I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. Both, huh? Kinda your point.
    Love the Rilke. And for you…a Rumi piece. Which I know you know and love too. Seems fitting. xoxo

    The Guest House

    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.

    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    As an unexpected visitor.

    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.

    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.

  7. OMG…I cried! I could feel it coming and couldn’t make it stop! What an amazing, beautiful, awful, wonderful experience all at once. I’m so happy you shared this with us – I SO hope I get to meet you for real someday.

    Now…where’s my box of Kleenex??

    (side note: our ‘catholic wedding’ was the scandal of my home town. We had it on a Friday night so that my Methodist hubby wouldn’t go running, kicking and screaming the opposite direction (Friday = wedding sans Mass)Yep. Catholic Lite weddings do exist and they are fabulous!)

    • no LITE here….another nephew of mine is a priest..so it was a full on mass. And on this trip i found out my sisters son is getting married..in salt lake city, so another mass in november. I’m excited.

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