Following my wife's death, I entered into what essentially was an arranged marriage with E. The photo was taken nearly seven years ago, and catches a symbolic moment. It is the memorial service for my wife. She had instructed me to marry E on her death -- and had spoken to E herself in riddles. E did not know of the instruction here. My son, also in the photo, did -- as I think one sees in the photo. E left the Church last of all. I shook her hand, and said: "Last, but not least." I did not yet know, then, how I would deal with my wife's instruction. E and I are, of course, married now.
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