I went to bed at 2, but had to get up at 8 to drive to confession. When I get there I see my soon to be brother in law and a blonde girl in front of him. It was my sister. They were going to confession on their wedding day. I felt that there was nothing more beautiful to prepare for their wedding than confession. My sister goes into the confessional, then goes out and prays, then leaves while her fiance is still in confession.
I then see my sister walk back into the church and get in line behind me. I ask her what she's doing. I thought she was being scrupulous and felt she needed to go to confession again because she missed a sin. It turned out that the other girl that just left wasn't my sister.
My sister and her fiance both went to confession at the same time without telling each other. Up to this point I felt that my sister had been forcing her fiance to do religious things. Him going to confession by himself really gave me a lot of respect for him in the religious area.
I looked at my sister and couldn't stop smiling. She looked beautiful in a way I never noticed before. She was going to get married and forever become one with another person. She wouldn't be the same person again and would be under the care of her husband.
I didn't have money to give her for her wedding present and I didn't feel that it was a good present. I feel that money is a one time event gift and marriage is a lifetime. I gave her a card that stated my intentions. I would fast from something for the rest of my life, or at least the rest of their marriage. I gave up soda forever. My favorite food item. It's an item that will become a memory and then a dream. It gives me a certain excitement and delirium at the same moment. It feels like something died. I can never have it back. A loss with no hope. I'm glad to give the sacrifice for my sister, for such a once in a lifetime event.
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