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”
And I don’t want my illness to pressure you into anything.”
That mattered.
“If you say no, I will still be grateful that I got to see you again.”
He paused.
“But if there is a part of you that wants this too…”
His eyes met mine.
“I would like to die having once been your husband.”
My throat tightened.