As for the wedding, I arrived sweaty, harried and without Sue. No family photo session for us.
I explained it to a few guests. My cousin Russ Marshall and his wife, Michelle, up from Platte City, were the first of a half-dozen relatives and friends to volunteer to search for Charlie.
Twenty minutes before the wedding was to start, Sue was still out there. One of her happiest days was dissolving by the minute.
"Max would want me looking for Charlie," she said over the phone, through tears.
I asked the groom.
"That's silly," Max said. "Mom should be right here. At my wedding."
Hearing this, Sue dressed in record wedding-day time. At the lakeside shelter where vows were exchanged, she was delivered by the bride's uncle on a golf cart.
The ceremony was beautiful, truly.
Then Sue and our other son Jack rushed back to Riverside bearing flashlights.
Already, Russ and Michelle had hit pay dirt, encountering a Riversider named Beth Cawiezell doing yard work.