I Married a Homeless Man Who Had One Month Left to Live – But the Letter I Received After His Funeral Made the Bl00d Drain from My Face

And Larry’s black coffee.

I carried both cups outside and sat in his usual spot.

In two years, I had never stayed there long enough to finish an entire cup.

I placed Larry’s coffee beside me.

Then I unfolded the next page of his letter.

At the top, he had written:

“I didn’t need a wife to make my life matter, Sarah.”

Underneath that was another sentence.

“But I wanted to know, just once, what it felt like to have somebody choose that word with me.”

I stopped reading.

Steam rose from the black coffee beside me into the cold air.

Then I continued.