My sister was my matron of honor, my new sister-in-law and a girlfriend from work were the other bridesmaids. My husband's best friend was his best man, another school friend and my brother were his ushers.
Our wedding flowers that were delivered to the church by the florist weren't labeled with any names so I had to come forward and figure out which bridesmaid, usher, mother, father, or sister got what flowers. In the middle of all that a man came in the chapel looking for my aunt and uncle. My grandmother lived with my aunt and uncle. At that moment I knew that my grandmother who couldn't make it to our wedding, was dying. This is what I learned right before going down the aisle.
The people in the church had no idea what had happened. Somehow, my father got me down the aisle. I had to fight with my brain not to breakdown yet, had to wait until later. The wedding itself went on without a hitch, but outside the church there was a lot of crying. Grandma died that day.
We only have one picture outside of that day and that was of me holding up my wedding dress with both hands so it wouldn't get in a puddle and my husband holding a yellow umbrella over the both of us just before we jumped into the waiting car.
|On our way to our honeymoon.|