Still With Me

Simon smiled, moved. He placed his fist on his father’s and gave him a triumphant look. “So you finally came back?” he whispered. “I’m so happy. It’s like a sign from heaven. I’d hoped for it so much. My son’s getting married today. I wanted you to be there.”

He sat down, took his father’s hand, and rubbed it.

“I know you understand everything I’m saying. I know you must have a lot of questions. I’m going to try and give you some answers. First of all, I came to see you often. Not only on your birthdays. I was really moved by our encounter nine years ago. Of course, every time I came I could see you weren’t there. But spending time with you, knowing that somewhere inside this immobile body there was the soul of my father…that was enough.

“And when we picked a date for Martin’s wedding, I prayed you’d be there. I want you to meet my family so badly.

“I told everyone about you yesterday. We were all at home together. I told my kids that they had a grandfather and that they’d meet you today. They were emotional, as you can imagine. They even got mad at me for hiding the truth. And I asked myself if it was right to keep this secret to myself. Too late, I said. Everything came too late. And life went by.

“I also told Mom and Thomas about you. They were shocked. Thomas even seemed a little angry, without really knowing why. Mom was almost relieved. I admit she was daunted by the idea of seeing you today. In fact, she didn’t know what to think. She believes you went crazy, and that probably helps her accept the idea of seeing you again.

“And there you go. I don’t know if that answers all your questions. I don’t know if you want to come with me, but there are moments in life when a son has to make decisions for his father.”

Jeremy wiggled his hand to reassure his son. The idea of appearing so diminished in the eyes of Victoria scared him at first. Then, thinking of the death that would come for him shortly, Jeremy felt the need to see her one last time.

“You make a handsome grandfather,” Simon said. “The beard suits you. The nurses are going to gather your things. I’ll come back to get you in a few minutes.”

Simon got up and went out. Jeremy felt a great weariness invade him. The encounter had taken too much energy, stirred up too many feelings.

He let his body doze off.

They were in front of the synagogue.

Simon had picked him up out of the car and placed him delicately in his wheelchair. He pushed Jeremy through the guests who greeted him on the sidewalk. Jeremy felt their eyes on him. He heard the murmur of questions and commentary as he passed.

Then a young girl walked up to him, and for a moment, Jeremy thought he was dreaming. She looked so much like the Victoria he’d left on his twentieth birthday.

“I’d like you to meet my daughter, Julie. Your granddaughter,” Simon said, letting his eyes go from one to the other.

After the surprise wore off, Jeremy looked at her tenderly. Though she had the allure and smile of her grandmother, her face was more delicate than Victoria’s. Her crystal blue eyes contained a sweetness that wanted nothing more than to connect with other people and things and to gently caress them. Her little nose, with its perfectly straight bridge, was the pinnacle of harmony and balance.

She leaned down to kiss him. “Hello, Grandfather. It’s good to meet you.”

The stiffness of Jeremy’s body and his lack of response, except the vague smile at the corner of his mouth, surprised her. She lifted her eyes toward her father, who answered her question with a sad smile.

“I leave you with Julie. She’ll take care of you during the ceremony. I have to go escort my son’s mother-in-law down the aisle. Obligations!” he said cheerfully, disappearing among the guests.

Julie turned her soft eyes to her grandfather. “I’m really happy to meet you, you know. I don’t know a lot about you…but I’m really happy.”

Jeremy was fascinated by this face that reminded him so much of his lost love. Then he realized Victoria must be as old as he was. He felt stupid for not thinking of it before. Since his arrival, he’d tried to find her in the crowd of guests. Would she appear as decrepit as he did? He shivered. Wouldn’t he rather preserve the image of the beauty who haunted him?

“Come on, let’s keep going. There are seats reserved for family.” The statement surprised Jeremy. He had a family.

Julie rolled the wheelchair to the end of a row on the right side of the chuppah that would cover the young couple. She sat down beside Jeremy.

Soon other people came to greet him, saying some nice words and kissing his cheek. Julie tried to make introductions, but Jeremy could barely keep up. He met cousins and second cousins, uncles, aunts. From time to time, Jeremy thought he recognized a name, but then another face solicited his attention. It was impossible to try and understand the lines of parentage that united him with the men and women circling around him. All the same, Jeremy was happy to be at the center of activity, caught in the effervescence of life, hearing words of loving kindness.

“Okay, here we go,” Julie whispered into his ear.

The sound of violins signaled the beginning of the ceremony.

Jeremy couldn’t see the two people who entered. They were too far away, and at best he could distinguish the blurry forms of two bodies walking together in rhythm. According to custom, it must be the groom and his mother. They took their place under the chuppah, and then the bride entered on her father’s arm. Simon followed, beaming with pride, offering his arm to the bride’s mother. Reaching his father, Simon smiled at him and winked at his daughter.

Then the grandparents made their entrance. When the two shadows approached the chuppah, Jeremy immediately recognized the allure, the walk, and the posture of Victoria. Blood rushed to his brain, and the scene wavered, almost capsizing in the purple and gold of the synagogue. The emotion was too strong, and he was afraid he might lose consciousness. But the vertigo was followed by a feeling of comfort. He heard the beating of his heart, and a gentle heat infused his body, which finally felt alive. Only Victoria could still have that effect.

When she was no more than nine feet from him, he could see her face clearly, and his eyes met hers. She studied him long enough for Jeremy to observe every detail of her face, understanding every word she silently uttered. There was tenderness in her eyes but also confusion and maybe a little fear. She was still very beautiful. Age had only softened her features and etched a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Jeremy realized that he wasn’t the only one privy to this silent conversation. Julie lowered her head shyly, try

ing not to disturb the wordless exchange.