I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was

I wore a plain white T-shirt because it was the only white thing in my closet.

Julian wore a blue shirt that was too large for him after months of losing weight.

We exchanged simple vows in his living room.

The priest blessed us.

Julian cried.

I did too.

I thought I had given a dying man one peaceful memory.

Julian died ten days later.