We celebrated our wedding inside a nursing home so my grandmother could witness the moment in person.It wasn’t meant to be trendy.It wasn’t some unconventional wedding concept designed for attention.It was simply the only option we had.My grandmother, Moira Keller, was eighty-nine years old. Arthritis had curled her fingers, and her weakened heart made every day uncertain. For months, she kept telling me the same thing in a soft, peaceful voice: