She was a presence in the house but never a part of it. When Jacob got engaged to Emily, he came to me the night after he proposed and said, “Only two people are giving toasts at the wedding. You and Grandma.”
I blinked.
“Not Dad?”
He shook his head. “I love him, but he lets too much slide. And Linda?” He made a face.
“She’s not really family. She’s just Dad’s wife.”
I didn’t argue. I felt the same way.
Linda never mothered us and never even tried. So the idea that she might use the wedding as a chance to pretend like we were her babies made my stomach turn. I helped plan a lot of the wedding, mostly because Emily was sweet but overwhelmed.
Grandma, of course, offered to pay for Jacob’s tuxedo and even bought Emily a beautiful set of pearls as a wedding gift! Emily teared up when she opened it. “This is something my mom would’ve done,” Emily whispered, looking emotional.
“Thank you.”
I noticed Linda watching from the corner, tight-lipped with her arms crossed, and I knew a storm was brewing. But I never imagined it would be anything like what happened that day. On my brother’s big day, the weather and everything were perfect!
It was sunny, not too hot, and everything looked straight out of a wedding magazine. We had fairy lights, white roses, and a string quartet. Jacob looked sharp in navy while Emily was glowing.
My toast came just after dinner. I told stories about growing up with my brother, about his weird obsession with frogs when he was eight, and how he once tried to sell “lucky stones” to neighbors. People laughed, and some cried.
I looked over and saw Grandma dabbing her eyes with a napkin. Then the DJ called for the final toast of the night, right after the cake cutting—Grandma’s. She stood slowly, a little wobbly but proud; she’d written her speech in a tiny notebook she kept tucked in her purse.
I saw her lips move as she recited the first line in her head. The room quieted. And that’s when Linda, sitting two tables over with a wine glass clutched in her acrylic-nailed hand, threw her head back and laughed loudly!
“Oh wow, who let the janitor in here early?” she said, voice shrill. “Sorry, Grandma, your shift to clean up the mess isn’t until after dinner.”
The entire hall froze. Chairs stopped squeaking, forks paused mid-air, and even the string quartet turned.
Grandma blinked, still standing, and started lowering her glass slowly. Linda snorted. “I’m KIDDING!
Gosh, you people are so sensitive!”
This time, she’d gone too far! I stood halfway up out of reflex. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely think.
I looked at Jacob, who had gone completely still. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with fury. He suddenly got up and marched straight to the DJ booth, before I could do anything.
“Mic,” he said, already reaching out to grab it. The DJ hesitated but quickly handed it over. Jacob didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I really wasn’t.
But enough is enough.”
Everyone turned to face him. He pointed directly at Grandma. “This woman right here raised me.
She raised both of us. She even held our family together when it was breaking apart. When my mom died, she took us in and was there every single day.
Every game, every spelling bee, every scraped knee.”
“This woman cooked, cleaned, held us when we cried, and told us stories when we couldn’t sleep. She didn’t have to, but she did,” he continued, pointing at our grandmother. Then he turned to Linda.
“And you. You’ve done nothing but try to erase her. You think making a cruel joke will make people forget all she’s done?
All she’s meant to us?”
Linda opened her mouth, but Jacob didn’t flinch. You could hear forks clinking down. People were stunned!
“You know why I didn’t ask you to speak today? Because I didn’t want fake love. I wanted someone who actually showed up.
Someone who knew what kind of cereal I liked. Who remembers Mom’s lullabies. Who sat through three hours of me practicing the recorder.
Who spent her pension on my baseball uniform. Who drove through a snowstorm to bring me soup and cough drops when I had the flu.”
I watched Linda’s face twist. Embarrassment?
Rage? I couldn’t tell. But her knuckles were white around the wine glass.
Jacob walked over to Grandma, offered her his arm to help her get up, and said softly, “Grandma, my second mom, please say what you came to say.”
Grandma stood straighter, took the mic, and turned to Linda. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll keep it short, since I’m ‘on the clock.’”
The room erupted in surprised laughter.
I nearly choked! Grandma had never clapped back before. She was the type to take insults silently and walk away.
But tonight? She stood her ground. She turned back to Jacob and smiled.
“Jacob, sweetheart. When your mama gave birth to you, she said you were the second-best thing that ever happened to her. And I know if she were here, she’d be crying happy tears today.
Watching you, and this beautiful girl by your side.” She looked over at Emily, who had tears running down her face. “I am so honored to speak in her place.”
Then she raised her glass. “To Jacob and Emily.
May your love be louder than cruelty, stronger than pride, and softer than regret!”
Everyone stood, and applause echoed through the hall. Even the string quartet clapped. Linda?
She paused briefly to say something to Dad, and then stormed out. Her heels clicked furiously against the marble floors. Not even 10 minutes later, she was in the parking lot, fumbling with her keys.
I heard later that she tried to complain to Dad, demanding he “do something.”
He looked her in the eye and said, “You brought this on yourself.”
She didn’t come back inside and left before dessert. When the DJ played a slow tune for the mother-son dance, Jacob turned to Grandma and said, “Dance with me?”
She hesitated, then nodded. They moved slowly, swaying, Jacob whispering something in her ear that made her smile through tears.
There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like Mom was there too. Smiling and proud.
Just like us.
