Ashley looked at me.
Olive explained that Ashley had hired her eight months earlier.
They’d planned almost every detail together.
Including Mom.
Ashley had wanted her grandmother escorted down the aisle immediately before the bridal party.
Beside Mom’s place, there would be an empty chair with a photograph of my late father.
“Both my grandparents,” Ashley whispered.
Olive nodded.
The wheelchair she had brought was the one she’d arranged for Mom to use during the procession.
Mom’s everyday chair was heavy and awkward in the narrow procession space, so Olive had arranged a lighter one that was easier to maneuver.
Mom had still worried she’d slow everyone down.Wheelchairs
Ashley had laughed when she’d heard that.
Olive remembered her exact answer.
“Grandma, I don’t care how you come down that aisle. I just need you there.”
I looked at Ashley.
She was crying now.
“But Grandma changed her mind.”
Olive didn’t answer.
Instead, she reached into her bag and removed an envelope.
“Your grandmother gave me this.”
She handed it to me.
Inside was a folded sheet of paper and a small cream-colored card.
The paper was covered in Mom’s handwriting.Sofas & Armchairs
