Weeping For The Bride He Left Behind

I WAS ALREADY DEAD WHEN THE ROSES ARRIVED

My sister Bianca had always loved "joking" with me.

When we were little, she joked that no one remembered my birthday—and kept the gag going until I cried, only then producing the birthday cake.

On a family camping trip, she had Dad drive off and secretly filmed me chasing the car.

Whenever I got angry, she said I just couldn't take a joke.

Then, on the day of my proposal, she came up with a "Mafia Queen of the Skies" photoshoot—and I was hoisted on a rusted crane, dangling nearly five meters above the ground.