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”

Pointed me toward independent counsel.

Then trusted me.

That is why I can remember his “trap” with affection.

If the trap had removed my choices, I would resent it.

Instead, it exposed where choices were being pressured.

There is a difference.

And the marriage?

People ask whether I would still have married Thomas if he had left me nothing.