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But, religion my mother couldn't understand my feelings, and religion my father was begging me not to start a family riot. (He did have to live with her, after all.) So the unemployed bride and the student groom caved. We put together a nice wedding and reception, on money we really didn't have, (praying the credit cards would stay good for just one more little charge) at religion a national park near our home. Three days before the wedding, my grandfather died of a massive heart attack. No one from my mother's family came to the wedding except my parents, who were already there when the news came. We had a wedding and reception ready to go for a crowd of almost 50 people...and only about a dozen showed. Even though I could, on one level, understand choosing the funeral over the wedding, I was still furious and deeply hurt. (Before criticizing me too harshly, refer back to where I say we were never close. There were good reasons why we'd never been close.) One aunt called the day before the wedding and wished us well.
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