
It would be held Sunday afternoon in the church Fellowship Hall. His kids and grandkids would be here from out of town, and many city dignitaries and even charter members of the church would be in attendance. There would be special music, surprise guest speakers, and wonderful food. Of course, the whole congregation was invited.
The party had been announced in church and advertised in the bulletin for weeks. Everyone loved and respected E___ and G____... So of course they would be there.
My husband and I put a lot of time and work into that party, and it was a great success. Everybody said so. Lots of pictures were taken of people clustered around the couple... E___ in his scooter, and G____ standing dutifully at his side. [Even a few of just my husband and me with the "guest of honor..."]
What a strange situation to be in... knowing what I know about him. It feels so fake to be smiling and laughing and celebrating the birthday of this man that I know so differently than everyone else.
I don't really feel a part of this party. I'm just watching it happen.
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