My Dying Husband Asked Me to Adopt a 16-Year-Old Girl—The Day After His Funeral, She Whispered, “He Spent Your Entire Marriage Lying to You”
“You are already family to me.”
Her eyes filled.
“If one day adult adoption gives you something you want legally or emotionally, we can discuss it.”
“What if I never want it?”
“Then I will still keep a room full of your junk every time you come home from college.”
She laughed.
We left it there.
Christopher had wanted adoption because he believed permanence needed paperwork.