“But I need you to promise me one thing. Don’t let grief hold you back. Love again, laugh again, and dance in that silly way you do.
If someone else brings you happiness, hold onto them with all your strength.”
Richard had made this video for me during his last days. He’d made more videos for our kids too, and they wanted to play all of them at the reception. They believed playing the videos would make us all feel Richard was there with us, supporting us.
But my dearest Sophia decided to play this one to stand up for me.
The guests were quiet, and I could even see some of my friends crying.
But David? He wasn’t done yet.
He turned to Thomas with a stern expression on his face.
“And you,” David spat. “You think I don’t see through you?
Marrying a woman in her 60s so you can rob her children of their inheritance? What kind of man are you?”
Thomas stood tall, his voice calm but commanding. “David, I don’t need Ellie’s money.
We’ve signed a marriage agreement. In the event of her death, I inherit nothing. I’m here because I love her, not because of what she has.”
David opened his mouth to speak again, but Thomas raised his voice.
“Enough!” he said.
“Just mind your own business and let other people be happy. There’s nothing more left to say.”
David wanted to argue, but he was escorted out of the church with the help of my sons.
The ceremony continued after he left, and as Thomas and I exchanged vows, the warmth and love in the room were undeniable.
And that is how I remarried at 60 and started a new chapter of my life.
