After Forty-Five Years Apart, a Pastor Married His High School Sweetheart
Wade signed his name in neat, dark strokes, then passed the pen to Helen.
When Helen finished signing, she looked up at me and gave a quick, businesslike nod.
“It’s officially entered in the hospital chapel registry,” Helen said.
“You’re her legal husband, Pastor.”
Margaret reached up and rested her fingers on my lapel.
“Forty-five years late, Tommy, but we got here.”
“We got here,” I said.
By two in the afternoon, the chapel was quiet again, and Margaret was resting back in room 214 under warm blankets.
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