At 60, I found love once more, nearly a decade after losing my husband. During our wedding, my late husband’s brother suddenly stood up and shouted, “I object!”
Ten years ago, I laid my husband, Richard, to rest. He was the father of our three children, and we shared 35 wonderful years together. The first half-year after his death was the most difficult. I felt overwhelmed and lost in sorrow. But then, when my grandson said, “Grandma, I don’t want to lose you like I lost Grandpa,” something inside me changed.
I spent almost seven years healing from that grief. Slowly, I started to feel like myself again, and after nine years, I met Thomas, a widower who had experienced the same heartache. We grew close and eventually decided to marry. On the day of our wedding, I wore a beautiful gown. Just as the priest asked, “If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the silence was broken by a voice. “I OBJECT!”
It was David, Richard’s older brother. All eyes turned toward him as he stepped forward, his face filled with disapproval. His words were cutting. “Look at you! In white, standing here as though Richard never existed. While Richard—my brother, your husband—rests cold in the ground, you’re here celebrating! How could you?” I was speechless, struggling to process what had just happened. Then, my daughter rose to her feet. She grabbed the small projector she had brought and said firmly, “There’s something YOU ALL NEED TO SEE!” She connected her phone, and the screen behind us flickered to life. The story continues on the next page..
