It was beautiful and lovely (and obviously a start to a new life). Our dearest friends were in attendance. It was joyous and poignant.
It was also sad, as it de facto marked the end of my old life. I actually feel like I had two lives: the one I shared with my Min, and the one I spent recovering in the aftermath (which, looking back, wasn't all that bad. My career took off to new heights, I bought a house, and I met my husband!).
I felt Min at the church. Just for a brief second, but I did. I could "feel" him looking in, observing, gazing at me with love and understanding, and then disappearing just as quickly. Perhaps he wanted to give us space.
And so that's it. The end of my days with him, and the end of my single-girl-in-the-city days without. I am optimistic about the future, of course -- I wouldn't get married otherwise, but not without missing him for the rest of my life.