I married a 70-year-old hospice patient to fulfill her last wish — after the funeral, her lawyer stepped aside with me and whispered, “I need you to see something. She didn’t choose you by accident.”

Margaret never imagined that, at the age of 70, she would get a second chance at the love she had lost more than five decades earlier.

She certainly never expected that the same love story would eventually leave her standing outside a small trailer with almost nothing she could call her own.

And she never imagined that a few weeks later, a black limousine would pull up beside her home.

A well-dressed attorney would step out.

He would be carrying an envelope with her name on it.

And the message