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”
Then occasionally.
That felt healthier.
A dead person’s words should not become a schedule controlling the living.
Sometimes six months pass.
Then I pull one out.
Young Thomas complaining that I left.
Middle-aged Thomas describing Italy.
Old Thomas making terrible jokes about chemotherapy.