By then, Eleanor had become one of the people I cared about most at the hospice.
So, I found a simple, beautiful white gown.
I arranged for a chaplain to come to the hospice.
On the day of our wedding, Eleanor had a rare burst of energy.
She was actually able to stand right beside me, radiating pure joy, as she proudly held up her hand to the camera to show off her ring.
For that one afternoon, she wasn't a patient.
She was just a beautiful, happy bride.
Eleanor passed away peacefully a few weeks later.
Her funeral was incredibly quiet.
It was just me and a few of the nurses standing by the graveside under a heavy gray sky.
As the nurses made their way to their cars, a man in a sharp, dark suit approached me.
He introduced himself as Eleanor's lawyer.
He politely offered his condolences for my loss, but his manner quickly shifted.
