She screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
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“Oh, honey,” she said. “Oh, I’m so happy for you.”
“I want you next to me the whole day.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Then she was diagnosed with cancer.
At first, everyone used the same words: treatable, manageable, early enough to fight.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The doctors sounded steady. Friends sounded hopeful.
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Colin kept saying, “We’re going to get through this.”
I believed all of them.
But things moved faster than anyone had prepared us for.
My wedding invitations had already gone out. My mom had already picked a dress.
Then winter ended, and she was gone.
I believed all of them.
The weeks after that are a blur of casseroles, paperwork, and people saying the usual kind words that don’t really help ease the pain.
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Colin held me through all of it. He gave me room to fall apart without trying to fix it.
A few weeks later, I went to my mom’s house to start packing.
Every drawer felt like a decision I wasn’t ready to make. I would open something, stare at it, then close it again like that counted as progress.
I went to my mom’s house to start packing.
Eventually, I wandered into the living room.
The quilt was folded on the shelf behind the couch. I pulled it down and held it against my chest.
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I closed my eyes, and it felt like if I turned around, she would be there saying, “What are you doing snooping through my things?”
That was when I knew what I needed to do.
When I told Colin, I braced myself for him to think it was strange.
I knew what I needed to do.
“I want to turn it into my wedding skirt,” I said. “Not the whole dress. I know it sounds—”
“Beautiful,” he said.
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“Really?”
“Yes, really. Your mom made that to keep you warm. Wearing it on your wedding day makes perfect sense.”
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A seamstress helped me design it. The finished skirt was stunning in a way I had not expected.
The first time I tried it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like my mom was standing just behind my shoulder.
Then Linda saw it.
“I want to turn it into my wedding skirt.”
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Colin’s mother had always been polished in a way that made me feel like I had shown up slightly underdressed.
She came by while I was doing a fitting.
“You’re planning to wear that to the wedding? Do you realize how many of my business associates will be there?”
I blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”
She gave a short laugh and gestured toward the skirt. “It looks like a pile of rags.”
She came by while I was doing a fitting.
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Colin, who had been standing near the mirror, stepped forward. “Mom.”
I looked right at Linda and said, “It’s my mother’s quilt. She made it, and it’s special to me. I’m wearing this to honor her.”
She did not back off. “And now it’s something that will embarrass this family.”
Colin said, sharper this time, “Enough.”
I lifted a hand without looking at him. “I’m wearing it, Linda. Colin and I both agree.”
“I’m wearing this to honor her.”
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