Diagnosed with motor-neurone disease, Susan Spencer-Wendel has written a book, Until I Say Good-Bye: My Year Of Living With Joy. In this heartbreaking extract, she writes about the realisation she wouldn't live to watch her teenaged daughter get married and her decision to take her dress shopping to create the memory.
The story of our trip to New York's Kleinfeld bridal boutique cannot be understood without further zooming into focus on this 14-year-old who is my daughter. Key word there: 14. As we pulled up to our hotel on Times Square, Marina noticed one of her favourite clothing stores across the street. "Oh my gosh! It's three storeys!"
Inside the hotel one evening, we boarded a lift with pizza boxes. Another couple in the lift also had pizza, and we chatted pizza with them. "Man, that was AWK-ward!" Marina said of the pizza chatter as we got out of the lift.
This was the girl I took to the fancy store for wedding dresses. A child. An awkward,, beautiful child. I'd arranged the bridal boutique visit months in advance: sweating the details, assuaging the management, convincing the store they should allow us to come in for a special fitting even though we were not buying a dress. As the trip neared, I'd ask Marina if she was excited. "Yeah," she'd say in her high-pitched squeaky voice, the one she uses when she's really not sure. "Sure, Mom," she'd say, shrugging her shoulders.
My sister Stephanie and Marina arranged for a van to take us the 25 blocks: an over-the-top handicapped van with a wheelchair lift. On the ride, Marina kept looking at me: "You okay, Mom?" "I'm fine," I said.