“It is what it is – if you cry, you cry.”
The rehearsal walk down the aisle didn’t go well.
Each time her father began the walk, he’d break down.
His son died six months before, the pain still so raw.
He felt the absence with each step he took. He prayed
for strength. His daughter had lost her brother,
she deserved a perfect day. He confided
“Jeni, I don’t think I can do this, I loose it every time.”
She held his hand, looked into his eyes, “Dad,
it is what it is. If you cry, you cry”. He felt
the freedom of those words. He walked down the aisle
with such pride in his daughter, wise and grown.
He began to live his life with these words in mind,
“it is what it” with the silent rejoinder, “if you cry, you cry.”