I was twenty-nine and still grieving my mother when I began volunteering at a hospital, where I met Thomas, a 72-year-old man dying from heart failure with no regular visitors. Our conversations quickly became important to both of us, and one day he made an extraordinary request: he wanted me to marry him so he would not die completely alone. Two days later, a hospital chaplain married us beside his bed, with a soda-can tab serving as my wedding rin…Continue Reading
