MY MOM WALKED BOTH MY SISTERS DOWN THE AISLE. TWICE. BUT AT MY WEDDING, SHE SAID: “I REFUSE TO WALK MY GREATEST REGRET TO THE ALTAR.” SO MY 81-YEAR-OLD GRANDPA TOOK HER PLACE.
The church doors opened, and every head turned. Grandpa and I stepped onto the white runner. My sisters stood near the front in champagne dresses, smirking like bridesmaids at an execution. Mom sat perfectly...