AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

to last.

We simply kept finding another reason to continue.

Another familiar name from the past.

Another memory.

Another apology that had waited decades to finally be spoken.

She told me she had married once, had a daughter, and lost her husband to cancer nearly fifteen years earlier.

I told her I had never married.

A quiet silence settled between us when continue reading …