Miss Gogo would like to cordially invite you to a very magical breakdown.
Really, though, I thought I had it Friday afternoon when I talked to my mom and she told me not only would my beloved grandparents not be able to come to my wedding, but that my grandfather is really quite ill.
Then, she asked me if I could pospone the wedding. Cue tears. Cue anxiety attack . And, action!
I lost it. At work. I had to call my boss and tell him I was leaving for the day because I could not stop crying. I had left my mother crying on the phone, desperate for a parent not to die. And here I was crying over a wedding and the fact that they weren't coming, that he is so sick, that he might not recover from this at all.
I called The Boy. His response was, graciously, "We'll do what we have to do."
But I am not cancelling or postponing the wedding. I will support my mom as best I can in this time. But I am not cancelling the wedding. We have all worked too hard on this.
And I will keep the hysteria at a low simmer. I will call gram and gramp and I won't cry on the phone. I will stay positive and not diminish myself to the sad little girl that just wants to see her grandparents.
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