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My husband and I got married in April of 1999. My parents and I were not on speaking terms since 1992, we had a family argument that got way out of control and never reached any type of reconciliation. Everything was done, all the preparations, and I sent out invitations, and yes, i even sent one to my parents. My thought was - I was the first born child, the first daughter and I was getting married. Even though we had not spoken in so many years, I really thought that my dad would show up at the ceremony and walk me down the isle. I really believed in my heart that he would be there. The music started and we were all ready. The first bridesmaid was headed down the aisle, and then the next one, soon it was my turn. The doors opened and I made my way to the end of the pews and there was my grandma standing there waiting to escort me down the aisle. That was the original plan - she was going to walk me down the aisle, but if by some miracle my dad showed up - she was going to take a seat and he would escort me down the aisle. He never showed. He never came, I don't even know if he ever thought about that day. That was the day that my dad broke my heart. I was getting married, I was on my way to starting a family and he was not there. The day went on without a hitch, a glorious ceremony, a huge celebration with balloons, and I was not alone, not at all. I had family and friends and the love that was in the room was enough to pop every balloon in that hall. I had forgotten that earlier I was broken, that when I came out of the back of the church, I was horribly disappointed. Life went on, without any delay. Since our wedding day I had realized that my grandmother was all I had. She was it. My parents were not going to come around. We were not even thinking of having children anytime soon. After the wedding, who could afford to have children. My grandmother and I have a special bond, we have always been close. During the falling out with my parents, my grandmother and grandfather were there with me, they had the same falling out with them as I did. In February of 1998 my grandfather passed away and all I had left was my grandmother. We had decided to get married so that she could celebrate in the start of our lives together. I am glad that we made that decision because she was the only one who was there. Soon after my wedding, the first week in May, my grandmother came out of her bedroom with terrible heartburn and chest discomfort and

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