Because I will be having computer withdrawal by three in the pm.
My niece, daughter of my eldest sister, was being married at a church on Bloor Street in Toronto. That street has many churches around Yonge Street intersection. I didn’t attend. My mother was still alive, but living in the hospital, in Barrie. She got herself a medical driver and van, gussied up and they took off for Toronto.
As they turned onto Bloor from Yonge my mother saw the people filling up the church so they parked and got her in fast as she was Grandmother of the Bride, and told everyone so.
Obviously she wouldn’t know a lot of the young folks who were friends of the bride and of the groom. She watched and waited for someone she recognized to come in but had been placed in such a manner that she was “somebody” and could view the entire ceremony from a seated position in her wheelchair.
At the end, a slew of pictures were taken and she was right up front there with the parents of each of the bridal couple but at this point, she wasn’t even recognizing them. That wasn't her granddaughter.............
She checked her invitation and was in the wrong church. She told her driver to get her over to this other church and made it just in time for E____’s wedding.
I think the funniest thing is that other couple will be wondering for the rest of their lives who this solemn old lady in a wheelchair is, who was up front and centre for their wedding and lovely photos of family and friends.
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