A few years ago, I began volunteering at a local hospice, where I met a remarkable woman named Eleanor. She was seventy years old and living with a serious illness, yet she still found reasons to smile. During my visits, I read books to her, listened to stories about her younger years, and learned about the dreams she had never fulfilled.
One afternoon, Eleanor shared something deeply personal. She had always wanted to experience the joy of wearing a wedding dress and exchanging rings with someone who genuinely cared about her. She had spent most of her life alone, and the thought of experiencing that special moment had stayed with her for decades. CONTINUE READING…
