Shortly after leaving their wedding reception, a bride tragically died and her husband was admitted to the hospital.
It was the day that Samantha Miller and Aric Hutchinson were meant to be enjoying, their best day ever.
Following their official marriage, the newlyweds celebrated with friends and family at the wedding reception.
Tragic events occurred, nevertheless, when they departed in a golf cart with a “Just Married” sign on it.
There has been an overwhelming amount of global support for the announcement.
A commenter says, “This story hurts my heart.” I’m sending love and strength to each and every one of you during this terrible time.
“Aric, our hearts are broken for you,” writes another.
A third says, “It’s unbelievable that you’re no longer with us, Sam.”
Reports state that 25-year-old Jamie Komoroski, an alleged drunk driver, rear-ended Miller and Hutchinson.
In a 25 mph zone, Komoroski was allegedly driving at 65 mph while intoxicated while using a rental Toyota Camry.
The collision happened on Folly Beach, USA, in South Carolina.
After being flung more than a hundred yards, the couple tumbled multiple times before coming to a rest.
Miller’s severe force injuries from the collision caused his instantaneous death.
After the accident, Hutchinson required two reconstructive operations and was in a severe state due to several fractured bones and brain damage.
Ben Garrett, his brother-in-law, and Brogan, his nephew, were also hurt in the wagon that Komoroski struck.
Komoroski was charged with three counts of felony DUI resulting in grave bodily damage or death and reckless vehicular murder while driving alone.
Over $743,000 has been received via a GoFundMe campaign set up by Hutchinson’s mother Annette to pay for Hutchinson’s medical bills and Miller’s funeral expenses.
Hutchinson’s mother posts an emotional message, saying, “Aric has lost the love of his life. I was handed Aric’s wedding ring in a plastic bag at the hospital, five hours after Sam placed it on his finger and they read each other their vows.”
Since the tragedy, a lot of people have shared the couple’s last photos on social media, which feature them laughing and performing a sparkler tunnel as they leave their wedding ceremony.
Since then, Hutchinson has made her voice known in a recent Good Morning America interview.
He talked candidly about that awful day, his journey to rehabilitation, and dealing with such a profound loss.
He added, “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” in reflection on the event. It’s difficult to attempt and understand that night’s transition from an all-time high to an all-time low.”
He spoke warmly of his late wife, saying, “She was so happy.” As most people are aware, organizing a wedding can be incredibly stressful. And that evening, she simply seemed strangely at ease.
Samantha said, “I do remember the last thing I remember her saying was she wanted the night to never end,” as Aric recalled her final words.
It has been revealed by the Associated Press that Hutchinson would get a partial settlement of around $1 million for the crash.
The Post and Courier reports that Hutchinson will get about $863,300 from a number of sources, including Progressive vehicle insurance, Enterprise Rent-A-Car, and the Folly Beach businesses The Drop-In Bar & Deli, The Crab Shack, and Snapper Jacks.
The driver was allegedly provided alcohol by these establishments, and Enterprise hired her the car.
The entire settlement sum is $1.3 million; but, after attorney and legal fees, Hutchinson’s share will be less.
Currently free on bond, Komoroski is accused with several felonies, including two counts of driving while intoxicated and causing serious bodily injury, reckless homicide, and driving under the influence resulting in death.
The court system is still working on her case.
Now that his mother-in-law is contesting the legality of their marriage, the bereaved groom is engaged in a legal struggle with her over her estate.
At first, Lisa Miller, Samantha’s mother, showed her admiration for Hutchinson, referring to him as her son.
She is now attempting to have him removed from his position as Samantha’s executor, claiming that there may have been “potential fraud” and raising the possibility that the marriage was void.
A potentially large court payout from the wrongful death claim is at the heart of the conflict.
A move to intervene in the case was filed by Lisa Miller, who then withdrew it and filed it again.
She feels Hutchinson is marginalizing her in the settlement process, which she feels goes against her daughter’s interests, she told The Post and Courier.
Given that we are the two most important persons in Sam’s life, “Aric and I agreed several times that Sam would want us to do everything together,” the woman said.
“I never intended to question the marriage’s legality. I never wanted to bring Sam down. However, I believe that by defyney grab,” according to Miller’s lawyer Jerry Meehan, who also claims that Lisa Miller’s main goal is to safeguard Samantha’s fortune and make sure that all legitimate heirs are taken into account.
Due to the fact that Hutchinson’s aunt and uncle signed the marriage license, which was recorded on May 1, three days after the wedding, questions have been raised about the validity of the union.
In addition, there were purported inconsistencies in the license; for example, Miller was only 34 years old, while the aunt and uncle claimed to have known one other for 36 years.
Aric Hutchinson, who said he had given his mother-in-law half of the settlement, expressed regret about the dispute.
His attorneys have deemed Lisa Miller’s move to intervene “morally dubious” and “legally baseless,” and they have rejected the doubts regarding the marriage certificate as unimportant.”
“Aric has been more than generous with Lisa Miller—offering her half of the money—and she has repaid him by threatening to bring a frivolous challenge to the validity of his marriage to Sam,” stated Patrick Wooten, Hutchinson’s attorney. It would seem that Ms. Miller would be too proud of her own daughter to act in that way.
Lisa Miller has been promised by Hutchinson half of the settlement from the wrongful death lawsuit in exchange for her quitting her legal defense of their marriage.
“Lisa Miller does not have a legitimate legal claim, which is why Aric made this settlement offer. He is a generous person who would naturally like to avoid costly, public litigation over the validity of his marriage to Sam,” Wooten stated.
My Granddaughter Said Her Wedding Was ‘For Her Friends’ and Didn’t Invite Me—Then She Found Out What I Was Going to Give Her
There are moments in life when someone you helped raise looks at you like you’re nothing but a burden. That’s what happened when my granddaughter told me I wasn’t welcome at her wedding because I didn’t “fit in.” What she didn’t know was, I had a gift planned for her… one she’d never see.
I’m Goldie, 65, and I’ve never been one for fancy things. My little house on Willow Lane has mismatched furniture and faded curtains that have seen better days. But what it lacks in luxury, it makes up for in memories. The walls have heard laughter, tears, and the pitter-patter of little feet… especially those of my granddaughters, Emily and Rachel.
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When their parents’ marriage fell apart, I stepped in. Not because anyone asked me to but because that’s what grandmothers do. I was there for every fever, nightmare, and science project. I clapped until my hands hurt at dance recitals and softball games.
I wasn’t just a grandmother… I became their safe place.
Rachel was always the quiet one… thoughtful and watching everything with those big brown eyes. Emily was my firecracker… bold and bright, demanding the world’s attention.
I loved them both fiercely and differently, but equally.
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“Grandma, look!” Emily burst through my front door one Tuesday afternoon, her left hand extended, a diamond catching the light. “Jake proposed last night!”
My heart swelled as I pulled her into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s wonderful!”
“I can’t believe it,” she squealed, bouncing on her toes. “We’re thinking June for the wedding. And I need your help, Grandma. You know I’ve always wanted everything to be perfect.”
“Anything, sweetie. Whatever you need.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? Because I found this dress…”
“Anything for you.”
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The bridal boutique smelled of vanilla and expensive fabric when I entered the following evening. Emily emerged from the dressing room in a cloud of white, her face glowing.
“What do you think?” she whispered, smoothing down the intricate lace.
I felt tears spring to my eyes. The price tag peeking out read $4,000… more than I’d ever spent on myself for anything. But the way she looked at her reflection like she was finally seeing her dreams materialize… that was worth every penny and more.
“It’s perfect,” I said, reaching for my checkbook. “Absolutely perfect.”
Emily threw her arms around me. “You’re the best, Grandma. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
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As weeks turned into months, my savings dwindled. The makeup artist she wanted was booked for a fashion show in Milan but we could squeeze her in for a premium. The shoes had to be custom-dyed to match exactly the shade of ivory in her dress. Each time, I nodded and wrote another check.
“June 15th,” Emily announced one evening over dinner. “We’ve set the date.”
I nearly dropped my fork. “The fifteenth? But that’s—”
“I know, I know,” she cut in, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s your birthday. But the venue was available, and it’s perfect. You don’t mind, right? It’ll make it even more special.”
I forced a smile. “Of course not, sweetie. It’ll be the best birthday present ever.”
She beamed, already scrolling through her phone to show me more details. On the day of my precious granddaughter’s wedding, I’d be turning 65, a milestone I wanted to celebrate together.
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“Do you want me to help with the invitations?” I asked.
Emily looked up. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve got it all under control.”
***
June arrived in a burst of sunshine and wildflowers. I spent the morning of the fifteenth carefully applying makeup, trying to cover the signs of age that seemed to deepen by the day.
I chose a lovely dress that Rachel once said brought out the green in my eyes, and fastened my mother’s pearls around my neck. I had to look amazing on my granddaughter’s big day.
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“You look beautiful, Grandma,” Rachel said from my doorway. She’d come early to drive me to the venue… a restored barn in the countryside that Emily had fallen in love with.
“Think so?” I smoothed down the jacket. “Not too old-fashioned?”
“Nope!”
***
When we arrived at the barn, it was already buzzing with activity. Florists arranged centerpieces while caterers bustled around with trays of appetizers. Emily was in one of the side rooms that had been converted into a bridal suite.
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I knocked softly before entering. “Emily?”
She turned, resplendent in the dress I’d purchased, her hair swept up elegantly. For a moment, I saw the little girl who used to crawl into my lap for stories.
“You look stunning, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Emily’s smile faltered as her eyes swept over me and her brow furrowed. “Grandma, why are you all dressed up?”
“For the wedding, of course.”
She laughed as she fixed her shoe. “Wait… you thought you were coming to the ceremony?”
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“I… yes. I assumed…”
Emily’s eyes narrowed. “But you never got an invitation.”
“I thought it was an oversight, dear. With all the planning…”
She crossed her arms. “It wasn’t a mistake, Grandma. This day is for my friends… people MY AGE. I didn’t want some elderly presence killing the vibe, you know?”
The word “elderly” hit me like a slap. I’d helped raise this child, had held her through heartbreaks, and celebrated her victories. And she didn’t want me at her… wedding?
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“Besides,” she continued, examining her manicure, “it’s going to be loud and wild. Definitely not your scene. I figured you’d understand.”
I couldn’t find my voice and the room seemed to shrink around me.
Rachel, who had been silent by the door, suddenly stepped forward. “Are you serious right now, Em? She bought your dress. She paid for half of this wedding!”
“So what? That doesn’t mean she gets to crash it.”
Crash it? As if I were some unwelcome stranger.
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“Come on, Grandma,” Rachel said, taking my hand. “We’re leaving. You don’t deserve this.”
I let her lead me out, my legs moving mechanically. Behind us, I heard Emily call out to her wedding planner about some last-minute detail, already moving on.
“I’m so sorry,” Rachel whispered as we reached the car. “I had no idea she would do that.”
I stared out the window as we drove away from the barn, past the arriving guests in their summer finery. “It’s okay,” I lied. “It’s her day.”
“No. It’s not okay, Grandma. And I have a better idea for today.”
“What is it, dear?”
“You’ll see.”
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The restaurant Rachel took me to was nothing like the rustic wedding venue. It was small and elegant, with white tablecloths and candles casting a warm glow over everything.
“Happy birthday,” she said as the waiter brought us menus. “I made these reservations weeks ago. I knew that even with the wedding, we needed to celebrate you.”
I tried to smile, but my lips trembled. “Oh, sweetie… you didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did.” Rachel reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “You’ve been there for every single one of my birthdays. Did you think I’d forget yours?”
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After we ordered, she handed me a small, carefully wrapped box. Inside was a vintage brooch… a delicate silver locket with intricate filigree that I’d admired in an antique shop downtown months ago.
“I remembered you looking at it, Grandma. You never buy nice things for yourself, so I wanted to.”
The tears I’d been holding back all day finally spilled over. “It’s beautiful, honey.”
We ate and talked, and for a while, I almost forgot about the morning’s humiliation. As we were finishing dessert, a chocolate cake with a single candle that Rachel had specially ordered, I made a decision.
“Rachel,” I said, reaching into my purse. “I had a wedding gift prepared for Emily. But after today… I want you to have it instead.”
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I pulled out an envelope and slid it across the table. Rachel opened it, her eyes widening as she saw the deed inside.
“Grandma, this is your house!” she whispered. “You can’t give me your house.”
I covered her hand with mine. “I can, and I want to. I’m getting older, and that place is too big for me now. I was going to give it to Emily, but… I want it to go to someone who sees me as a person and not just a checkbook.”
“But this is too much,” Rachel protested, tears filling her eyes.
“It’s not enough, dear. Not for what you’ve given me today.”
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The next morning, I was in my kitchen making tea when the front door burst open with such force that the pictures on the wall rattled.
Emily stormed in, her makeup smeared. She looked wild and unhinged.
“Where is it?” she demanded, her voice echoing through the house. “Where’s my wedding gift?”
I set my teacup down carefully. “Good morning to you too, Emily.”
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“Don’t!” She jabbed a finger toward me. “Rachel told me what you did. The house… you were going to give me this house! You promised!”
“I never promised you anything. And yesterday, you made it very clear where I stand in your life.”
“That’s not fair! You can’t punish me for wanting one day to be about me and not you!”
“Is that what you think happened? That I wanted to steal your spotlight?”
“You’re just bitter because you’re old and alone! And now you’re trying to turn Rachel against me!”
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Rachel appeared in the doorway, her face pale. “Em, stop. You’re being horrible.”
“Oh, shut up,” Emily snarled. “You’ve always been jealous of me. And now you’ve manipulated Grandma into giving you the house that was supposed to be mine!”
I placed my palms flat on the counter, steadying myself. “Emily, look at me.”
She did, her eyes blazing.
“You had no space for me at your wedding. So I found I had no space for you in my gift. It’s that simple.”
“But you paid for everything!” she cried. “My dress, my shoes, the stylist—”
“Yes. Because I love you. But love isn’t just about giving things, Emily. It’s about seeing people. And yesterday, you looked right through me.”
Wedding accessories and outfit | Source: Pexels
Emily’s lips trembled. For a moment, I thought I glimpsed regret in her eyes. But then she drew herself up, her shoulders squared.
“Fine,” she hissed. “Keep your stupid house. Give it to the golden child. See if I care.”
She stormed out, the door slamming behind her with finality.
Rachel and I stood in silence for a long moment.
“Thank you, Grandma. For seeing me,” she said.
I pulled her into a hug.
“No, darling. Thank you… for letting me be seen.”
As I held her, I realized something important: Family isn’t always about blood or history. Sometimes, it’s simply about who chooses to stay when they have every reason to walk away. And in that choice, we find out who we really are.
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