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At 73, I never expected to become a bride again.<\/p>\n
Thomas was my first love when we were seventeen. But I was leaving for college in another city, while he wanted to stay because his father\u2019s business was here. He begged me to stay with him, but I refused. He told me I\u2019d broken his heart.<\/p>\n
From that moment on, we never saw each other again.<\/p>\n
A few months ago, I decided to move back to my hometown. To be honest, my pension wasn\u2019t enough to live on, so I took a job as a nurse at the local hospital \u2014 the same kind of work I\u2019d done before retiring.<\/p>\n
Fate has a strange sense of humor.<\/p>\n
I walked into a patient\u2019s room to administer his treatment. I opened his chart and saw the name Thomas.<\/p>\n
I looked into his eyes and recognized him.<\/p>\n
He was thin and very weak, but it was him.<\/p>\n
Thomas recognized me too. He smiled and said hello.<\/p>\n
We talked every day. He told me he\u2019d never married\u2026 just like I hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Our conversations became warmer with each passing day.<\/p>\n
Then one day, Thomas quietly said:<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, I feel terrible asking you this. I\u2019ve loved you my entire life. I know I\u2019m going to die soon. But I\u2019ve always dreamed of marrying you. Will you marry me? IT\u2019S MY LAST WISH\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I was so shocked I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n
But I said yes.<\/p>\n
Thomas had stage 4 cancer. I decided I would grant his final wish.<\/p>\n
Just a few days later, we were married in his hospital room.<\/p>\n
His eyes were shining. So were mine.<\/p>\n
But a month later he passed away.<\/p>\n
My heart was shattered. I truly mourned him.<\/p>\n
The day after the funeral, someone knocked on my door.<\/p>\n
It was Thomas\u2019s lawyer.<\/p>\n
He smiled and said:<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas was right. You finally walked right into his trap.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands were shaking as he handed me a BOX.<\/p>\n
When I opened it, I SCREAMED at the top of my lungs when I saw WHAT Thomas had left for me. I thought saying goodbye to the love of my life would be the hardest thing I\u2019d ever have to do. I had no idea that the real reason he came back into my life wouldn\u2019t be revealed until after he was gone.<\/p>\n
The rain tapped softly against the living room window of my little rented apartment, and I sat there stirring instant coffee I couldn\u2019t really afford. At 73 years old, back in the town I\u2019d left at 17, the streets outside still seemed to know my footsteps better than I did.<\/p>\n
My pension hadn\u2019t stretched far enough, so I\u2019d pinned my old nursing badge onto a fresh uniform and gone right back to work at the local hospital. It was the same work I\u2019d done before retiring.<\/p>\n
Funny thing about coming home. Nothing looked the same, but everything felt the same.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t married and never had children. There\u2019d been dates over the years, a few kind men, but none of them ever became Thomas.<\/p>\n
Thomas. I hadn\u2019t said his name out loud in over 50 years.<\/p>\n
He was my first love, back when we were both 17 and thought forever was a promise you could just make. I chose a college in another city. He chose to stay and work in his father\u2019s business.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t go, Evelyn,\u201d Thomas had begged me at the bus station.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to, babe. I\u2019ve worked too hard for this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019re breaking my heart.\u201d<\/p>\n
And that was the last time I ever saw him. Or so I believed.<\/p>\n
The phone rang, pulling me back into the present. I already knew who it was before I picked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn, honey, it\u2019s Raymond. Just checking in on my favorite cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Favorite cousin. We\u2019d barely spoken in 30 years. But since I\u2019d moved back, Raymond called almost every week, always cheerful, always circling the same questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s the apartment treating you? Rent\u2019s a killer at our age, isn\u2019t it?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m managing, Raymond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got everything squared away? Paperwork, will, that sort of thing? A woman living alone needs to be careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced a smile into my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine, dear. Really.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, I used to visit Aunt Margaret every week before she passed. Helped her with all her affairs. Family should look after each other, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about the way he said it made my coffee taste bitter. I couldn\u2019t put my finger on why.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s kind of you, Raymond. I have to run. My shift starts soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up before he could stretch the call any longer.<\/p>\n
The hospital hallway smelled the way hospital hallways always do: of disinfectant and quiet human worry. I pushed my cart down the corridor, checking room numbers, tired already, and it wasn\u2019t even 10 a.m.<\/p>\n
Room 220. New admission. Long-term care.<\/p>\n
I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and opened the chart the way I always did. My eyes skimmed the top line, then stopped.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
I stared at the last name printed beneath it. My mouth went dry. It couldn\u2019t be. There had to be a thousand men with that name in this state alone.<\/p>\n