At our wedding reception there was not a dry eye in the restaurant. Not because my husband did a schmaltzy, beer-influenced speech, declaring his undying love for me. And not because the beer ran out either.
No, it was my new father-in-law who stole the show.
To set the scene, we were incredibly lucky to have him standing there. Just weeks before he’d been sick in a London hospital. We didn’t know if he was going to be well enough in time to fly home for our wedding. Through sheer will and a good dose of bloody mindedness, he did.
Most people in the room already knew this. What they – and my husband – didn’t know was he was about to hand over a piece of family history to his son.
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