An elderly woman asked me to marry her as her dy:ing wish. After she passed away, her lawyer placed the old hospital bag she had guarded for years into my hands and said, “She picked you for a reason.”
Two years ago, I was thirty-four and working as an orderly at a small nursing home when I first met Gloria.
She was eighty-two, sharp-tongued, stubborn, and somehow had a way of making every room feel warmer.
Most residents had children, grandchildren, or relatives who came to visit.
