My Wife Married Me During the Last Week of Her Life — When the Lawyer Read Her Will, I Understood Why She Had Insisted on the Ceremony I knew she was sick before I fell for her.
I never fully understood how sick, not until much later. We were twenty-seven, both of us.
It was summer. Death felt like something that happened to other, older people.
As the months went on, she got worse. I was there for every part of it — the treatments, the appointments, the nights fear kept her wide awake.
I asked her to marry me more times than either of us could count. She always refused.
