At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”

The trust was his choice.

My marriage was mine.

Then:

Raymond may or may not be as bad as I feared. People are usually more complicated than the roles we assign them. Protect yourself anyway. Good intentions are not a substitute for good controls. I learned that in business. You learned it in hospitals.

Then:

And now the sentimental part.

I smiled through tears.

I loved you at seventeen. I was angry at you for years. I loved other people. I built a life. I got old. Then you walked into my hospital room wearing terrible shoes and holding a blood-pressure cuff, and I loved you again.