Said she wouldn’t turn me into a widower. Said her biggest fear was leaving me buried under medical bills once she was gone.
Then, one week before her final surgery, she turned around and proposed to me.
“I might not come out of this,” she said, holding my hand so tightly it almost hurt.
“If I don’t, I want to leave this world as your wife.” I couldn’t have said no if I’d wanted to.
We married right there in her hospital room days later — no flowers, no music, just her propped up in bed and a small room full of people who loved us both.
She wore the ring into surgery. When it went wrong, she was buried wearing it.
