Irish Going-Away Party
We had a short week between deciding to bring Becks back to Florida and the actual flight.
We wanted to see everyone in as few visits as possible, so a party seemed like the obvious choice.
The problem was the emotional weight of the event. For most people, this would be the last time they would ever see her. She wanted to see her friends and family, but she knew that the reason for them coming was so sad and final. We tried to find a way to lighten the occasion, so I decided to use our upcoming wedding anniversary as a cover. The idea was to call it an Anniversary, and insert some vows. That would take the focus off Rebecca, and hopefully lighten up the mood.
That was the plan anyway as we scrambled to invite her loyal helpers and organize food and drink. Rebecca got out of hospital on Thursday, went to Drake at the 3 Arena on Friday, and were all set for the party on Saturday.
Mike and I tried very hard to write vows, or something to say. It was far too difficult though, so at the last minute, we switched to a short speech and a toast. Emotions were running high, and there was no way we could muster any wisdom about our relationship with so much going on. When the time came, Rebecca addressed the room with a short but perfect speech.
I will never forget my view, standing next to my sister and husband, looking around a room filled with so much love. The people looking back at me were the loyal and consistent friends who helped and supported Rebecca throughout this whole ordeal. I felt so fortunate.
Today is a day of celebrating connections, and friends , and family and you guys all mean so much to me. I love you all so much, and you have all been there for me and supported me.
As shitty as this is, that we have to go through this, I am so glad we are going through it all together.
As the party kicked off, Rebecca was feeling very low and nauseous. It was a slow start as people got introduced. Like the trooper that she was, Becks rallied, got her makeup done and came out looking gorgeous.
After the speeches and bubbles, Rebecca visited with people on the sofa, we had a sing-song, and ended the night in a manic game of heads-up.
Dowling cousins
The girls from Doyle
There is no rule book on how to throw a going-away-to-die party. We made it through the day with the support of our wonderful aunties, family and friends. Special shout-out to the Whelans for the use of their house as an all-week train station, restaurant and hotel. Also to SJ who spent 4 days living with us, sleeping in the bed with me, doing makeup, packing clothes and being our personal psychologist.
