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Wednesday would have been my grandmother's 94th birthday.
I was sitting at work, listening to an interview on NPR of a woman who's written a book about how the wedding industry has gone insane, and the traditional organ-heavy Wedding March geared up as their bumper music.
It hit me that my grandmother will never see my wedding.
And it's just made me horribly sad.
- k.
I was sitting at work, listening to an interview on NPR of a woman who's written a book about how the wedding industry has gone insane, and the traditional organ-heavy Wedding March geared up as their bumper music.
It hit me that my grandmother will never see my wedding.
And it's just made me horribly sad.
- k.
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*breathing, breathing*
She'll be there for you. I know mine was, along with my godmother and Gregg and both of Himself's parents. (In our case, all of them were probably muttering "About damn time.")