Standing in the church pew, I turned towards the back of the church cautiously moving my head, hoping I could prevent arthritis pains from searing the back of my neck. I audibly gasped as my eyes filled with the glorious sight of Emily wearing my wedding gown. The pearl studded bodice clung to her breasts, narrowed her waist as the ivory lace slipped along her slender hips, pooling gently on the floor. Clutching her fathers arm, my son David was handsome in the elegant tux, most likely an Armani, if I knew Maiya, my daughter in law. She had exquisite taste. David was the image of his father, the man I loved for more than half my life. The man I loved, but never married. Emily was radiant taking each slow step down the rose petal strewn aisle. Smiling beautifully at friends and family on both sides of the aisle. David nodded to friends and business associates Feeling tears stinging my eyes, I wasnt sure if they were tears of joy for Emily, approaching Bryce, the handsome young man she was about to wed, or sorrow for the loss of a love so long ago. I knew the tears were joy for Emily and Bryce, but there were memories plunging at my mind, forcing the tears to fall onto my cheeks. I thought of the wedding gown I never wore for a wedding to Davids father that never took place. Continued at:
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