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

With every mile, I imagined the moment I would finally see her again.

Would she recognize me right away?

Would she still tilt her head when she laughed?

Would fifty years disappear instantly, or would we stand there like polite strangers carrying the faces of people we once loved?

Halfway through the trip, the driver slowed down and pulled into a roadside continue reading …