My Fiancée Walked Down the Aisle in an Oversized Old Suit – When I Saw the Writing on the Label, I Broke Down in Tears
of Dad’s she could include in the wedding.
“I asked if she had anything of your dad’s that I could somehow include in the wedding. A handkerchief. A piece of fabric. Anything.”
My mother nodded.
“I gave her the suit,” she said.
Claire gave a weak laugh. “That was the plan.”
My mom looked at her outfit. “Clearly, the plan changed.”
People around us laughed softly, easing the tension.
I wiped my face.
“And now you’re wearing the whole thing?”
Claire’s voice shook. “Because a little piece didn’t feel like enough.”
That nearly broke me again.
She took my hand.
“Your mom told me your dad wore this when he married her.”
I nodded. I’d seen the pictures.
Dad had been 28, with far too much hair and a mustache my mother mocked for decades.
Claire continued. “She said I could use the fabric for anything. I thought about making
“So what happened?”
Claire looked down at herself.
“I decided to put it on.”
I almost laughed through the tears.
“You just put it on?”
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“About two weeks ago. Your mom had already given it to me, and I was trying to decide what part of it I could use without ruining it.”
My mom called out, “I told her she could cut it.”
Claire looked horrified. “It just didn’t seem right to do that.”
Everyone laughed again.
Even me.
Claire squeezed my hand.
“I put it on as a joke at first. It looked ridiculous.”
“It still does,” Aaron muttered.
Claire pointed at him. “Thank you, Aaron.”
Then she looked at me.
“But when I saw myself in the mirror, I thought about you.”
Her voice softened.
“You’ve spent this entire wedding pretending you weren’t sad
I swallowed. “I wasn’t pretending.”
