They say your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Mine was—right up until the moment it wasn’t. My name is Jessica, and this is how the day I planned for years unraveled into something I never could have imagined. My mom, Debbie, died a year before my wedding. Cancer. Fast and merciless. One year we were arguing over holiday menus, the next we were measuring time in treatments and borrowed hope. When she passed, it felt like the ground beneath me never fully settled again. I had introduced her to my fiancé, Eric, while...
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