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”
That was enough.
No accusation.
No diagnosis of motive.
Just planning.
The wedding took place the following afternoon.
Nothing elaborate.
Thomas wore a navy jacket over his hospital clothing because he said:
“I refuse to get married dressed like a curtain.”