His name was Daniel. He was forty-seven, had stage four cancer, and lived completely alone.
Daniel was sweet, kind, and easy to talk to. We became friends almost immediately.
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I brought him meals, helped clean his house, and often we simply played board games over a cup of tea.
Then one day, Daniel looked at me and said:
“Marry me. I know how this sounds, but I’d like to die knowing I’m not alone.”
I was caught off guard and said:
“Daniel, we haven’t known each other for very long…”
He replied:
“I know. But that’s been enough time for me to understand what kind of person you are. It would truly mean everything to me. It’s the ONE THING I’d like to do before I die.”
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I agreed.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt some kind of connection between us.
The very next day, a priest came to Daniel’s house and married us.
I simply put on a white T-shirt because it was the only white thing I had in my closet. Standing there in his living room, with no guests, flowers, or music, we became husband and wife.
I could see how happy he was in that moment.
Daniel died twelve days later.
I truly grieved for him.
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After his funeral, I was at home when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
A man was standing there. He introduced himself as Daniel’s lawyer and said:
