“You’re already my wife.”
For the first time in fifty-five years, I stopped thinking only about what I’d lost.
Instead, I started thinking about how much time I might still have.
We planned a tiny backyard wedding.
Danny wanted it soon.
Very soon.
Around the same time, he began asking practical questions.
“Is the house paid off?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a will?”
“Why?”
“We’re not twenty anymore, sweetheart. We should know how to take care of each other.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot.”
“About us? Of course.”
“I meant the money.”
He smiled.
“Same thing at our age.”
It sounded reasonable.
At least, I wanted it to.
The day before the wedding, I invited my family over and announced our surprise.
“We’re getting married tomorrow.”
Everyone began talking at once.
Then Helen arrived.
She walked into my backyard, saw Danny, and stopped cold.
