中午接到老爸来电,说姑丈去世了。很难想象出生至今,身边离逝的第一位亲戚会是姑丈,姑丈虽不年轻,但印象中身体还算硬朗。不过坦率讲,从小至今,虽然与姑丈接触得不算太少,但脑海里关于姑丈的记忆确实不多。生命的离逝已无力挽回,留下的唯有碎片般的记忆。
头戴探照灯,肩批汗巾,脸上几抹炭黑的青年。
关于姑丈的记忆开始于年幼时爷爷的讲述,印象中这是一位年轻敢为、勤劳的小伙。年轻时合伙挖煤矿,娶了年轻貌美的姑姑,记忆仅此,模模糊胡。一来这只是爷爷讲的众多故事中不怎么“对味”的经历之一,二来时间也久,记忆模糊。
大家好。很高興,也很激動能在這裡與大家分享此刻的心情。
首先要祝賀姐夫邹偉和姐姐郭敏,他們的愛情之花經過兩年來的風雨洗禮終於澆開幸福之花;其次要感謝參加婚禮的各位來賓,你是我們值得分享喜悅的朋友;關於婚戀和家庭本人資歷尚淺,就不多講,這裡說說個人幾點希望:希望姐姐姐夫往後能像今晚共同接受大家的祝福般面對難題,攜手共進;希望你們無論何時都能夠相互關愛,並不失尊重。
謝謝大家!
To be married . . . to gain the approval and acceptance of family, friends and society. To be married . . . in an attempt to fulfill the needs portrayed in song lyrics, television shows, movies and romance novels. To be married. . . to avoid the search for one’s own identity, to elevate one’s low self esteem, to escape one’s loneliness, to satisfy one’s sexual desire. To be married . . . the goal of so many . . . the contentment of so few . . . and the damnation of those who choose to divorce.
Why Marry?
The “Push”.
Family Pressures.