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

daughter.

She had her mother’s eyes exactly.

The same wide, thoughtful shape.

The same way of looking straight at someone while somehow pushing through her own fear to do what needed to be done.

“Yes, this is me.”

She nodded.

Then, unexpectedly, she stepped forward and hugged me.

“She’ll be glad you’re here,” she whispered.

Margaret was awake when I entered continue reading …