After my father died six years ago, my mother, Colleen, became a shadow of her former self. Their 32 years of marriage had been filled with love, but with Dad gone, she was left with only memories. Despite my daily calls from two states away, I couldn’t fill the emptiness at her dinner table. It felt as if her spirit had dimmed, leaving her to drift through life like a ghost.

Then Raymond, an accounting professor from her workplace, entered her life. He brought lunch and helped around the house, and for the first time, I heard my mother laugh again. “He makes me laugh, Matty,” she said, giving me hope. However, their relationship progressed quickly, leading to an unexpected proposal and a rushed wedding. I whispered to Raymond, “Take care of her,” but his pat on my back felt more like a warning.