That same month he was taken from me, I told him I was going to marry him one day. I planned our wedding, documenting it in my Lisa Frank journal, from the dress I’d wear, to the floral arrangements, to the beachside honeymoon in Maui. Leaning out my window on a sweltering summer morning, I asked him if he wanted to marry me, too. Oliver replied, “Who else would I marry?” Our future was set in stone. Life was good. And then he was gone.
