When I was groom 14 I went to a wonderful family wedding. I saw the beautiful bride and the hansom groom, surrounded by loving family and friends. The couple swept into the reception like the romantic start of a love story. They danced, talked and laughed the evening away. The happiness they felt together filled the room. Gifts were given in the hope of a long life together. Then they were off on their lives together. When I asked my mother if they would have a happy life she told me that it was up to them to make it happy. Six years later I met and married my hansom groom. But my wedding was not wondrous as my mother had stage four breast cancer and my father had stopped showing signs of living. This was backdrop of my wedding day. But what happened next was a turn around.