My Wife Married Me in the Last Week of Her Life – Her Will Revealed Why She’d Insisted on the Ceremony

disease that, at first, I didn’t take seriously enough.

We were 27.

It was summer.

People that young didn’t die.

At least, not in my world at the time.

Margaret had a way of helping me believe that too.

She joked about hospital gowns.

She named her IV pole Stanley.

She laughed at stupid things.

Whenever nurses asked her to rate her pain from one to ten, she’d continue reading …