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”
No.
Cancer remained terrible.
He would have preferred years.
So would I.
Our reunion did not justify his illness.
It simply happened during it.
That distinction protected our love from becoming sentimental nonsense.
We were lucky to find each other again.