In a poignant scene, Agnes found herself in a corner of the living room, her eyes filled with tears. The conversation about her granddaughter Clara’s wedding had taken an unexpected turn. Agnes, who had initially expressed her desire to attend, had chosen not to go, and now regret weighed heavily on her.
The day she had never thought would arrive had come, and it was regrettable that she would miss the event. The elderly woman sat there, reflecting on her decision.
Agnes had already faced considerable challenges in her life. After losing her beloved husband Edward at the age of 75, her health declined, leading her to relocate to live with her son’s family in New York. As her dementia diagnosis surfaced, the initial kindness and care from her family waned.
The once-supportive environment became fraught with daily arguments between her son Timothy and daughter-in-law Linda. They debated whether Agnes should be placed in a nursing home or calculated the potential costs of caring for her deteriorating condition. Despite the hardships, Agnes, fueled by her love for her grandchild, chose to endure the suffering and stay with her family.
After Edward’s departure to his heavenly home, Agnes held on to a singular hope: to witness her granddaughter’s wedding before joining her late husband. To fulfill this heartfelt wish, she had diligently saved all the money earmarked for Clara’s wedding over the years, untouched and reserved for the special occasion.
Overjoyed upon learning of Clara’s impending wedding, Agnes ecstatically decided to donate her entire savings of $25,000 to assist with the wedding arrangements. However, her selfless gesture faced unexpected resistance.
“Mum, $25,000 is a significant amount! I can’t take this away from you,” protested Timothy, expressing concern. “I know you love Clara and want to help, but trust me, Mum, it’s not necessary.”
With a frail voice, Agnes responded, “But, honey, what will I do with the money at my age? Things are getting worse for me. I have no idea how much time I have left. Allow me to do this, please.”
Linda, with envy in her eyes at Agnes’s prosperity, chimed in, “She’s right, honey. Mrs. Arnold, I don’t mind at all. You made the right choice.”
Agnes, buoyed by Linda’s support, said, “See, even your wife agrees, Tim. I’ll give you my savings account information. Kindly withdraw and use the money.”
Reluctant at first, Timothy yielded to Agnes’s persistent requests. However, Clara, the granddaughter Agnes had generously supported, harbored resentment.
“Guys, she’s not coming. Is it even possible to consider asking your grandmother to the wedding? I’m so over that sick, old witch, ugh!” Clara vented her frustration one evening.
Her mother countered, “But, honey, she paid for your wedding.” Despite Agnes’s generous contribution, Clara remained unimpressed and disapproving of her grandmother.
“Mum, hurry up! We don’t have to invite her just because she paid. Do you not recall what the physicians said? Her dementia is getting worse. I promise I’ll call off the wedding if that old woman shows up! She can’t spoil my special day, I promise!”
“Enough!” her dad yelled. “Your grandma is her name. Please, at the very least, be civil!”
“Dad, I don’t give a damn! I mean it. That woman will not arrive. I’m removing her name from the guest list immediately because it’s my wedding.”
With the wedding just two weeks away, Agnes, filled with anticipation, felt her heart sink as she overheard her granddaughter discussing the removal of her name from the guest list.
As Agnes’s health sadly deteriorated over time, a visit to the doctor with Timothy revealed a grim prognosis: she would worsen without proper care. Enraged by this news, Clara and Linda proposed placing Agnes in a nursing home.
“We don’t have time to care for her, and I don’t want to ruin my only daughter’s wedding because of her health problems,” Linda declared.
Faced with this proposition, Agnes, upon returning from her medical visit, declared that she would not be attending Clara’s wedding. The impoverished widow urged her son to fulfill his wife’s request and promptly place her in a nursing home.
“I understand that you’re worried about me, Tim. However, I don’t think Clara and your wife particularly want me here. It’s better if I go. Please,” she pleaded.
Agnes pleaded and sobbed, feeling constantly suffocated in the house, but Timothy remained reluctant to comply with her wish to move into a nursing facility.
On the morning scheduled for her move, Agnes sat there, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t help but reflect on how adorable Clara had been as a child. Her granddaughter used to love her unconditionally, spending summers at her home. However, as the years passed, those sentiments dwindled, leaving behind a person who felt embarrassed to invite her grandma to the wedding due to her dementia.
As Clara’s wedding day unfolded, Agnes broke down in tears, recalling the joy she had felt over the years at the thought of seeing her granddaughter in a bridal gown. Unable to bear it any longer, she instructed the nurse, Lincy, to call Timothy and request the wedding address.
Over the phone, Agnes told her son, “I’ll just watch her and come back, Tim. Rest assured, I’ll stay out of sight to avoid interfering with her wedding day happiness.”
“Obviously, mother. If that’s what you truly want, I won’t stop you. I apologize for not being able to convince Clara to let you attend the wedding, but I can assist you to this extent,” Timothy replied.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. You gave it your all. I appreciate you sending the address. After I see Clara, I’ll come see you too,” Agnes remarked before hanging up.
Dressed in anticipation of seeing her granddaughter in a pink outfit and matching beret, Agnes found herself frozen upon reaching the wedding venue. She overheard a heated argument between Clara and her fiancé.
“This is how you can hurt me? How can you call off the wedding?” Clara yelled. In amazement, Agnes covered her lips. Clara’s fiancé continued, “I won’t be with someone who treats her grandparents disrespectfully. It’s unbelievable that you declined to invite your grandma because you were ashamed of her condition.”
Agnes broke down the door upon learning that Clara’s fiancé was calling off the wedding. “Please, don’t do that, honey. Clara thinks the world of you.”
“Grandma! How on earth did you end up here?” Clara was surprised.
“Honey, I just wanted to see you. I truly wanted to see you in your wedding gown, so I did everything I could to talk myself out of going.”
“I apologize, but Mrs. Arnold, there isn’t a wedding taking place here. You’re free to return,” Josh said.
“Please don’t, honey. I sympathize with Clara’s carelessness, but just do not call off the wedding. You ought to extend the same forgiveness to her as I did a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Arnold,” Josh firmly said, “I can’t do this. I have a lot of respect for you,” and he left.
As Clara watched him go, she broke down in tears. “Are you happy right now? You ruined our wedding, utterly. Is it not what you desired?”
“No, honey, I didn’t mean that—” Agnes cautiously moved closer to comfort Clara, but the young lady tossed her grandma out of the room because she was so furious.
Agnes strolled backward, observing her surroundings. Everything about the scene appeared gloomy. Timothy and Linda were fighting once more as the guests were leaving the hall, muttering to themselves with dissatisfaction.
Fed up with the mayhem, Agnes strolled up to the wedding hall’s chairs and took a seat. Then she gave Lincy a call and asked her to come to the wedding venue so Agnes could throw a celebration for the elderly residents of the nursing home.
Agnes was overjoyed to see everyone having a great time. She didn’t care that Linda and Clara gave her a severe look when they observed how much fun the elderly crowd was having at the venue.
Pouring herself a glass of wine, she immersed herself in the happy mood, forgetting her troubles. “I should enjoy myself since I paid for the wedding. Too little time remains in life to worry about everything. I regret not realizing this earlier.” The elderly woman sipped from her wine glass, lost in thought.