“We planned a date for the wedding. July fourth. One of our favorite holidays. Fireworks galore. A celebration within a celebration. Why not? We wanted a massive party with three hundred guests, a gazebo, three tents, and horses. He was Jewish and I’m Catholic, so we decided to have a nondenominational ceremony, which pissed off his mother, Helen, but both Evan and I realized that life was going to go on and press forward, no matter how we celebrated our love. Our special day was about us and what we were sharing more so than his mother.
“Let me jump ahead a few months, just so I don’t bore you. We planned everything together for the wedding. I mean everything. Right down to the last detail. Napkins. Flowers. Bowties. All of it. That was a blast with Evan. And I thought life was going to
