It was a love story that had no love. It was painful to watch and even more painful to not do anything. But, that's the hand she dealt us. That was how we remembered her as she walked down the aisle with another man and we sat in the balcony. Not allowed to come down close to her. Not allowed to talk to her, but forced to be there by some unknown reason. It was never explained to me exactly why, but my dad just said that we needed to see and remember. I wondered, why couldn't we just forget?