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

she realized what that meant.

Then we started talking again.

And again.

Soon, we were speaking every evening as if the fifty years apart had only been an unfortunate delay instead of an entire lifetime.

We talked about books, the weather, old songs, painful joints, and the quiet struggles that come with growing older.

We shared stories about our parents,continue reading …