Seven years ago I had to think very hard about
an uncertain future, the possibilities of what I would be able to physically do
and what I might not able to do. “You have Parkinson’s Mr. Younts.” I heard those words as well as words that
could have been easily replaced with others. My neurologist could have said, “I
am sorry Mr. Younts, but I don’t know if you will be able to walk your daughter
down the aisle the day of her wedding day.
Oh….also, you won’t be able to dance the father and daughter dance.” That
is what Parkinson’s is, the “I don’t know what your future is and what precious
moments it could steal from you” kind of disease.
My day came, as it does in many fathers’ lives
when they walk their daughters down the aisle and give her to the man of her
dreams. I had the honor and privilege to walk my baby girl down the aisle with
something close to my heart that I had in my jacket pocket. She was stunning and I was proud that my
little girl grew up to be the beautiful young woman she is. Holding my arm and
walking slowly down the path of paved stones together, tears began to flow as
she saw her Prince Charming and his joyful tears ran down his face as his princess
approached. I stood there proudly with a smile on my face. “Who gives this
woman away?” “Her mother and I.” I
lifted her veil and gave my little girl a kiss, and then turned to my new
son-in-law, shook his hand, and hugged him. I sat with my beautiful wife, held
her hand, and thanked God that I had this moment.
The reception followed. My speech welcoming
our guests and congratulating the newlyweds was a challenge thanks to an off
moment with my medication. I told my wife I needed to stall. She said, “You can
do this. I will stand there with you.” That’s what my wife does in all things -- she
stands with me. I roughed through it, but I did it.
Time for the father and daughter dance came.
Marissa told me it would be special. I wish there were a word that could describe
how truly special it really was to me.
The ukulele began to play and the beautiful voice of the young woman
began to sing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. “ I heard you singing that one time when I was
home Daddy.” I do sing that song as many people facing adversity do -- an
anthem of hope. What a wonderful thing for a daughter to do for her father!
My dream did come true. The one thing
Parkinson’s can’t take away is my family and the love we have for each other.
I am Pat Younts and I Move to Live.
