Our wedding was about to begin. I wore an ivory embroidered Tadashi Shoji gown and clutched a bouquet of coral ranunculus and periwinkle thistle. My throat was tight, my cheeks were flushed, and my scarlet lipstick was probably fading, but I didn’t care. I was ready to marry David Sanchez.David’s father saw me. “Kim! Who’s giving you away?”“No one,” I said with a laugh. Even when my dad was alive, I had never intended him to give me away, like a cow or a piece of property. We’re a “nontraditional” couple: We were getting married at Housing Works, a bookstore and cafe in SoHo that supports a charity to fight H.I.V. and homelessness. This was not a church ceremony, and I wasn’t wearing a veil.But I was reminded, yet again, of my dad’s absence.“I could walk you down the aisle!” David’s father offered in a spontaneous gesture.Touched by his sentiment, I replied, “I’m O.K., but thank you. I appreciate the offer.”My father, Richard Liao, died of Stage…

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