![]() The song may have repeated, but I can’t be sure. At this point, everyone was crying and smiling. We’ve got this.”Įver so slowly he began to shuffle down the aisle on our way to my groom. “Today’s my wedding day you just need to walk me down this aisle, and give me away to Matt. “Dad,” I said with my biggest, reassuring smile, “do you see Matt down there?” I pointed down the aisle. ![]() But then I felt my dad start to tense up.Įven though there was a sea of familiar faces smiling brightly at us, my dad didn’t recognize a single face. The chapel doors opened, and I locked eyes with the most handsome groom I’ve ever seen in my life. Locked arm-in-arm with my dad – with the biggest smile I’ve ever had in my life – I remember hearing my cue: “A Thousand Years” by The Piano Guys. The only “must” on my list was for my dad to walk me down the aisle, and that I would wear red Converse chucks since my dad also rocked a pair when he married my mom 33 years earlier. While wedding planning, Matt’s only requests included a canoe full of beer and a food truck parked in the driveway. When Matt and I got engaged, we decided to have a small ceremony, because we were worried about how my dad would handle a large crowd. The two are downright squirrely together! ![]() While he cannot be left alone, dress himself, buckle his seatbelt, or even open the door, when Matt is around, his former self shines through. My dad still lives at home with my mom, his soulmate turned full-time caregiver. What makes my heart soar is how they’ve become best buddies. My dad was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease 11 years ago, and my husband Matt came into our lives just three years ago. The fact that my dad even knows who Matt is feels quite incredible. ![]()
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