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55 years married in May (known each other for 59) I read (and took) this column today quite personally. This aging Religion and Philosophy Major (undergrad) thought “Kierkegaard? Then I read on. (Graduate education took me up and down other roads.) I sit in my back garden on a Sunday afternoon with quiet tears running down my eyes. My husband is on a Zoom meeting with a client. (Only semi-retired. But he loves his avocation, and I am happy that at least it is his only business distraction.) As one of your fans, I thank you. As a Hag who is between 75 and 100, I always appreciate your erudition and experience. Today I experienced both happy tears and renewed curiosity. I went to our library and got my volumes of Either/Or — in English, eschewing the German which an arrogant Prof made us read. (I was annoyed, Søren was Danish.) I have a happy excuse to stay out in the garden and read. Once again, thank you. (“Haggitude:Reimagining the Second Half of Life” by Sharon Blackie and “The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning” by Margareta Magnusson. These are two of my current favorites where I stole my “label” and my age range statement. At my age, neither book is morbid — in fact they’re delightful and useful.)

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I confess I spent a few dark years during a period of burnout as a wedding photographer (I thought it would be less stressful than either Hollywood or politics... 🤔) and had to feign interest in a lot of "father of the _____" speeches. This one should replace all of them and simply become The Thing that one reads in that situation.

Many felicitations to your son and his new partner. 🎆

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Beautiful. Just lost my partner of 22 years. So glad I was there for her during her final journey. And feeling grateful and blessed that we got to share so much together.

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Dear Ted:

A wonderful reading and, more importantly, your son sought it out. A good presage for a meaningful marriage.

I wonder what your brother Dana read at the wedding. His poetry is so wonderful. At my son's wedding two year's ago after some remarks I finished by reciting Richard Wilbur's magnificent poem he wrote for his son's wedding:

St. John tells how, at Cana’s wedding feast,

The water-pots poured wine in such amount

That by his sober count

There were a hundred gallons at the least.

It made no earthly sense, unless to show

How whatsoever love elects to bless

Brims to a sweet excess

That can without depletion overflow.

Which is to say that what love sees is true;

That this world’s fullness is not made but found.

Life hungers to abound

And pour its plenty out for such as you.

Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine,

I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.

May you not lack for water,

And may that water smack of Cana’s wine.

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"...the most beautiful association..."

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“Marry, and you will regret it; don’t marry, you will also regret it; marry or don’t marry, you will regret it either way." That passage from Kierkegaard was a real comfort when I was single, but I've never regretted marrying. Then again, I've not yet experienced the loss that might yet come from loving someone so deeply as a mere mortal in a fragile world.

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Congratulations to your son and family! I often see older people cry at weddings wondering if they are thinking, “do they know what they’re getting themselves into”?! Married nearly 20 years now, and Kierkegaard is right: “Marry, and you will regret it; don't marry, you will also regret it; marry or don't marry, you will regret it either way.”

We are social beings meant to connect in relationships just like neural pathways or grapes on the vine. I dare anyone to tell me something harder than being truly vulnerable with another. Iron sharpens iron…ride out the existential crises. Every rough patch is followed by a deep sense of gratitude that one didn’t have to endure it alone. Many blessings on their journey✨🙏

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Absolutely stunning. This is the magnificence of Spirit we long for, as writers and as lovers... that the last words are even sweeter than the first.

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You could not have picked a better passage, Mr. Gioia. This warmed my heart to read.

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Thanks for sharing! Mazel tov

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Mar 17·edited Mar 17

Good wishes to your son and his wife. Your family is expanding!

For my second wedding, twenty years ago, I sang my "vows", such as they were. Being a guitarist and singer, it felt appropriate. I sang "The Nearness of You" and "In My life", and then Harry Chapin's "Circle", where the entire wedding crowd (it was smallish) joined hands in a circle.

This July, my son will be married and I was asked if I would like to speak. I said sure, and have been contemplating what I might say. I've thought of reading something - a poem, perhaps; perhaps "Dance Me To The End Of Love" by Leonard Cohen? I won't sing anything, as this is not about me, but my son and his bride. I hadn't thought of any of the philosophers, but your choice was wonderfully apt.

Now I will ponder further.

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Thanks for sharing.

I had no choice but to reading until the end and find out what this passage was haha. A mystery that leads to a happy ending. We need more of that.

A long and happy life to the newlyweds.

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That was a well-chosen text. Thank you, Ted, and congratulations to your son!

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It’s not imminent though I now know what I will read at my daughter’s wedding. Thank you Ted 🙏❤️ And congrats to your son and new in-law 🥰

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Yep. Save that bit of paper.

And thank you for sharing it with us.

(My wife and I just celebrated 33 years of marriage last week. I read this aloud to her and had some trouble with the last sentence myself. She seemed not to mind in the least. ;-)

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Thank you for sharing this - it's beautiful. And dammit, all human things are problematic; that's what makes them human.

I pray your son has a marriage as long and as blessed as mine (38 years in a couple more weeks).

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