But at that very moment, I remembered a conversation I’d had with my mother-in-law three weeks earlier.
She had asked me to do something.
At first, I’d refused. She had grabbed my hand and said:
“Margaret, one day you’ll understand why I’m asking you this. Just promise me that when the time comes, you won’t be afraid.”
I’d assumed she was simply saying strange things because of her age.
But now I began to understand why she’d been so insistent.
I wiped away my tears, slowly stood up, and walked toward the stage.
“Robert, give me the microphone.”
He looked surprised.
“What do you want to say?”
“Just a few words. In front of everyone.”
Reluctantly, he handed me the microphone. I looked around the room.
“I’m sorry our anniversary celebration has turned out this way. But since my husband has decided to discuss our home tonight, I have something to say as well.”
