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Here’s a heartwarmer about how a groom raised by his grandfather got a hospital’s help to make the perfect wedding.

Shandana Mufti writes at the Globe: “When Danny Weaver and fiancée Paula Hatch-O’Loughlin set a wedding date for Aug. 10 at Old Orchard Beach, Maine, they never imagined that they would say their vows on June 25 at Emerson Hospital in Concord.

“But that was before Danny Weaver’s grandfather, Donald Weaver, who raised Danny Weaver and whom he considers the ‘greatest man and friend I have ever known,’ fell ill. And when Donald Weaver’s condition rapidly deteriorated on June 25, Danny Weaver, Hatch-O’Laughlin and the nursing staff at Emerson Hospital came together to organize a wedding in fewer than three hours. …

“ ‘They had the huge courtyard all blocked off,’ Danny Weaver said, describing the event. ‘They had 50 chairs lined up outside, they had music going, they picked songs for when she walked down the aisle. They literally wheeled my grandfather outside – poles, IVs, they brought it all outside.’ …

“Perhaps most importantly of all, Donald Weaver loved the ceremony. Danny Weaver said that even the next morning, his grandfather couldn’t stop talking about the beauty of the wedding.

“Donald Weaver died peacefully on June 26.”

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Photo: Emerson Hospital
(L-R) Joey O’Loughlin, Jarrod Hatch, Jillian O’Loughlin, Daniel Weaver Jr., Kylie Weaver, Paula Hatch-O’Loughlin, Danny Weaver and Donald Weaver gather after Paula and Danny were married at Emerson Hospital.

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Of course, it wasn’t really called Cancer Dance Class. It was called “I Hope You’ll Dance,” and any woman who had ever had cancer was welcome to come to Emerson Hospital and join in. It wasn’t really dance either. I would call it dancelike movement to recordings. With props. Teacher Susan Osofsky-Ross was a cancer survivor herself and had a great collection of music from her many years in the dance world. Some pieces, like “You Raise Me Up,” had a spiritual vibe.  But in the same session we were just as likely to perform numbers like “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” (with feather boas) or “Everything Old Is New Again” (with bowler hats). There was a lot of chat and laughter even though not all of us were in remission.

One of the women brought her mother in a wheelchair. The mother had a heart condition. She danced with her arms and often cracked us up with her quiet humor. One day we came to class and learned that she had had an attack and was now upstairs in the hospital. She was in a coma. Her daughter had been with her all night and decided to join us for class while her brother kept the vigil. At the end of the class, we asked the daughter whether she thought it would be a good idea if we took the boom box up to her mother’s room and did one of the dances for her. Bonny said, “Yes. Let’s try it.”

So up we traipsed, through the hospital corridors to the sick room, and quietly sang and “danced” one of our more uplifting numbers around the bed in the cramped room.

We still like to think Bonny’s mother heard us and was pleased.

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