My grandparents spent 53 years dreaming of the proper wedding they never had. They finally saved nearly $5,000 for a simple celebration—until my aunt stole every dollar to buy her daughter a car. Grandma kept their “Happily-Ever-After Fund” in a tin box in the linen closet. One morning, she called me in tears—the box was empty, the lock scratched. Minutes later, I saw an Instagram photo of my cousin proudly posing with her “new car.”
When I confronted my aunt, she admitted she had “borrowed” the money and dismissed the idea of a wedding as pointless for people “their age.” Watching my grandparents break down was the final straw. I emptied my own savings—the money I’d been saving for a car—and decided they would get the wedding they deserved.
