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

again six months later.

No.

Again on our third anniversary.

No.

Once, jokingly, in the frozen-food aisle of a grocery store.

She threw a bag of peas at me.

So eventually I stopped asking.

Not because I stopped wanting her as my wife.

Because loving Margaret meant learning that sometimes pushing wasn’t devotion.

Sometimes it was just pushing.

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