I said goodbye to my son. But he had one final request - a letter I'll never forget.

"Dear Dad, If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. I had one dream, growing old with Holland. Death won't stop me from providing for my wife. And because you're the best man I know, what I'm about to ask - my last request - I know you'll do.

Please take care of Holland. Take her back to California with you. It's a lot - I know. But, I'm placing my most precious possession in your hands. Love, Scott."

But the thoughts swirling through my mind are certainly not what my late son had in mind. How do I resist this woman in front of me? After all, you can't choose love, it chooses you.

Contains mature themes.