Bridal Shop Consultants Mocked Me for Being Too Old to Get Married, But They Had No Idea My Daughter Had Heard Everything
At sixty-five, I never imagined I’d be a bride again. After losing Paul, my husband of thirty years, I thought that chapter of my life was closed. The night he died, holding his hand as the monitors went flat, my world crumbled. Laughter, dinners, little arguments over burnt toast—gone. People called me strong for moving…