“How dare anyone mock someone who’s overcome so much?” she said, scanning the room, her gaze landing finally on my mother-in-law. “This woman fought a battle most of us can’t even imagine, and she won. Today is a celebration of her strength, her love, and her life.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. I could see guests nodding, some reaching for tissues, clearly moved by her words. My friend continued, “We are here to celebrate love and triumph, not to judge or shame. If anyone in this room cannot see the beauty and courage standing before us, then perhaps they should reflect on what truly matters.”