"The only reason that I'm still holding on", he'd said to me a few weeks earlier "is that I want to be here to see you and Stephanie get married and be happy."
On a monday evening in late October, less than a week before my wedding, my dad went into the hospital. I rode with him in the ambulance and walked beside him as they wheeled him into the emergency room, a tradition that had become familiar during the last few months as he battled with cancer. I was taking a walk downtown the next morning when my mom called to tell me that the doctors were giving him two to three months to live, but that he should be home on Thursday or Friday. We talked about getting the whole family together for Christmas, and how to make his last few months as comfortable and happy for him as we could.
Late Tuesday night, I was sleeping on a couch in the waiting room when his nurse came and woke me up. He'd taken an unexpected turn for the worst, and they didn't know whether or not he'd make it through the night. The next six hours are still a blur -- and a testament to the fact that I'd chosen to marry the most amazing woman in the world. After everyone had gone home for some much needed rest on Wednesday night, we went for a walk, and out of nowhere she said the exact words that had been running through my mind all evening: "I think that we should get married in the hospital with your dad. It doesn't feel right to do it any other way."
Instead of the huge wedding we'd spent months planning, we were married in Room 6 of the ICU, with only our pastor and parents present. My dad was on a ventilator and heavily medicated, and I wasn't sure that he was aware of what was happening. We stood next to his bed, and I held his hand. As we recited our vows, he squeezed my hand, and I like to think that he was letting me know that he understood what was going on, and that he was happy. When we walked out of the room, married, the entire ICU staff applauded.
Stephanie and I spent our first night as a young married couple sleeping on a couch in the ICU waiting room. Early Friday afternoon, with my mom and brothers and sisters standing at his bedside, my wife held my dad's hand and read the Bible to him. A few minutes later, he passed away.
We had our ceremony the next day, with a candle lit in remembrance of my dad. And although that night was beautiful, my most vivid wedding memory is of my wife sitting with my dad, holding his hand. Something so easy to have overlooked, but something I'll remember forever.
People ask me all the time why I chose wedding photography. My story isn't easy for me to share, but the reality of it is that I can't help but be a wedding photographer. Where some people just see a handsome groom in a tux and a beautiful bride in a white dress throwing a party, I see a significance in the small things that are so easy to overlook -- and I want more than anything to help my couples remember those things forever.
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awesome work dude!
Great pictures! It looks beautiful up there. My favorite picture is the wedding rings on the hook. Super cute idea. Good job, brother.
Wonderful pictures! Very creative, can’t wait to see the rest!
~Angie
Hey Daniel! thank you for the comm and I have to say…
What an awesome place to have a wedding…beautiful shots!!!
Really beautiful work! Absolutely love that first ring shot. My hubby saw it and wants me to take a pic of our rings that way :)
I really like your pics!!! And you look great too….u look all grown-up. Btw if i choose you to take my wedding pics do i get a DCS discount….haha j/k.
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Well done! Really beautiful work!!