I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”
But suffering and death do not deserve all the credit for our growth.
Florence influenced me while alive.
Her choices challenged me.
Her humor embarrassed me into honesty.
Her boundaries forced me to distinguish love from access to money.
Then after she died, I still had to choose what to do with what I learned.
Agency belongs to the living.
For a while, I turned her journal into scripture.