\u201cKeep playing,\u201d Grandpa told them. The wedding guests stayed while the venue manager escorted Brent and his friends away. Later that evening, wearing a borrowed sweatshirt instead of my wedding gown, I danced beneath the string lights with my eighty-four-year-old grandfather. It became the best moment of the entire day. As we moved slowly across the floor, Grandpa told me that my late father would have been even prouder of me then than he had been that morning. I realized the celebration hadn’t been ruined after all. I had simply discovered before it was too late exactly what kind of man I had nearly married.<\/p>\n
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A week later, Kyle deleted the video and sent me a long apology. Brent\u2019s family returned every wedding gift with a note of their own. Brent and I never spoke again. I eventually had my wedding gown professionally cleaned and donated it to a charity that provides dresses to brides who cannot afford them. Grandpa still keeps the empty brown envelope that once held our marriage license inside his desk. Whenever anyone asks why, he smiles and says it was the greatest wedding present he ever gave. He didn’t give me something that day\u2014he made sure I was free to walk away.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cKeep playing,\u201d Grandpa told them. The wedding guests stayed while the venue manager escorted Brent and his friends away. Later that evening, wearing a borrowed sweatshirt instead… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25130","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n