So what do you do on the day that you had planned to get married but couldn't, because the bridegroom-to-be died 15 days beforehand?
We had talked over the years about getting married. I remember him asking me once, "What would you say if I asked you?". My reply was "well, you just have to ask me, but I want to be wined, dined and 69d first". It really wasn't that important to us. .
When we found out that the chemo wasn't working, and that he would probably only survive for months, the idea of marriage resurfaced. In true Fernando fashion (he could never keep a secret) he told my niece on Skype that we were getting married. That was it - full throttle ahead. I had my doubts, worried about the stress involved and the possibility that he wouldn't make it. It distracted us from the other business that we had at hand. So I was in the bizarre situation of planning for a wedding and a death at the same time. Here in Spain, it takes 6 months to complete the paperwork for a wedding. So we planned a date in Gibraltar, and that was still 2 months away. We talked to a friend who agreed to let us use his beautiful garden for the event after. Food and music was organised. Friends and family were informed and flights and hotels booked. Fernando told me that he wanted the party to go ahead even if he wasn't here. I dismissed that idea instantly. Then, of course, he died. Even though we knew he was dying, we never talked about a funeral. So, the wedding was altered to a celebration of his life instead. It was exactly as we'd planned. Apart from the one, glaring absence. Oh Ferge - you would have loved it. We missed you so much cariño. @sarahinnerja
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