It’s a different sort of thing, but at the time I became engaged, I had a relationship with neither of my parents, and had pretty much given up hope on them being present. In fact, I hadn’t spoken to my biological father in over 10 years. But we managed to repair our relationship shortly before the wedding and both he and my Mom looked forward to coming.
The day of the wedding, maybe four hours before the ceremony, I get a call from my Dad that he’s not coming because his girlfriend doesn’t want to go (and he can’t drive.) I’m already in my dress. So, my soon-to-be-husband, the groom, drives the 2 hours to pick my father up to make sure he’s there.
Meanwhile, my Mom wants someone to videotape the ceremony, my 28-year-old uncle volunteers to do it, which is remarkably considerate of him given our sibling-rivalry-like-history. Mom says no because she doesn’t trust my uncle, my uncle gets pissed and decides not to come, keeping his two children at home, and my younger aunt in solidarity with my uncle decides she’s not coming either, and neither are her two kids. So, 8 very important family members did not show at the last minute.
After the ceremony, my Mom suddenly announces she’s not going to sign the license until we hold hands and pray to Jesus to bless the marriage, which is interesting because both my husband and I are atheists and I went out of the way during my vows to incorporate my Buddhist beliefs. Then there’s the entertaining video of my grandmother and my mother glowering at one another as they engage in a silent battle for Mother of the Bride status. You should see Grandma swooping in for the kill during the cake-cutting ritual.
In all honesty, it wasn’t a huge deal. There is no important event that has ever occurred in my family without some degree of drama. The only thing that really upset me was my Dad and aunt and uncle and cousins deciding not to come.
And in retrospect, I’m very sorry my uncle wasn’t there, because he died 2 years later.
It was still the best day ever.