When was the last time I cried?
About three days ago I read an article about a terminally ill 29-year-old man, Rowden, who was already engaged to be married, but his prospects of being alive for the wedding were slim. With late-stage liver cancer, that always seems to be the case.
In quite literally what was his dying wish, the couple’s friends and family pulled together a wedding in 12 hours. It was performed in the hospital, and Rowden died ten hours afterward.
The story is tragic beyond words. It made my eyes well, particularly after seeing the photos.
But what really opened the floodgates, pushing me into a sobbing cry, was watching the video. I’ll link that for you here if you’re interested. It’s a beautiful story. May we all pass having been loved like that.