An elderly woman asked me to marry her as her final wish — and after she passed away, her lawyer handed me her hospital bag and said, “She chose you for a reason.”
A week later, Gloria and I were married in a small ceremony in her hospital room. A chaplain officiated. Sarah stood as a witness, quietly, without protesting. Gloria wore a soft pink cardigan and the same stubborn smile she had the day I met her.
I knew most people would never understand my decision.
