Three initials typed at the bottom of a letter slipped under my shops door, hand addressed to Cherished Bridals. A large box left leaning against the covered entrance. A gentleman I never met, yet I will never forget.
After reading his letter I came to understand that he was a widow and had recently come across his wife's wedding gown. It had been worn many years ago and carefully packed away in that large box. He goes on to explain that he hoped some other bride would be able to use the beautiful gown, as his wife had wished. I have omitted some personal detail.
This is his letter...
"Dear Cherished Bridals,
My bride has died. As I was recently clearing out our attic, I came across the beautiful dress that she made her promises to me in. I know that she always wanted someone else to have a wonderful day wearing it but never got around to finding out how to get it to that person, who might not have thousands to spend on a gown for that special day. I happened to accompany a wedding party to (name of shop) and just thought I'd inquire with the owner and they recommended I bring the gown to you.
My schedule is difficult so I am leaving it here with you, trusting that you will get it to the bride who needs it. It will be a tearful drive as it is, as I write this note. However, I am at peace knowing that someone else will make the kind of joyful memories that I am remembering writing this.
Peace and Joy in You Day, "
(three initials)
*GULP*
I carefully unboxed the gown. Sadly the sequins and beading had yellowed, the lace and tulle had become very brittle, discolored and delicate. We were unable to use the gown for another bride as he wished. But what to do with it? I began to remove the buttons covered in lace, the beautiful pearl embellishments, some of the lace appliques, the satin bustle buttons and put them in a box for Slubia, our seamstress to perhaps use during alterations.
Thanks to Slubia, his wife's gown has walked down the aisle with MANY joyful brides!
Over the last few years I have been handed gowns by people who just didn't have the heart to throw them out. Gowns worn by their wives, daughters, mothers and even their grandmothers. They never ask what I will do with them or where they will go. They just know they can't throw them out. I started taking pieces of the gowns and framing the lace and gluing some of the embellishments to front the glass so they could be touched. Then I return to them a sweet framed memory.
I did that for his gown as well.
I hope someday, somehow to get it to him.
The fabric of the gown may fade over time, but clearly the love never does.
