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

there to sink in.

Her eyes filled with tears.

Then mine did too.

Suddenly, we were both old and crying like people grieving something they thought they had already lost.

“I thought I might miss you,” I finally said.

“You almost did,” she replied, smiling faintly. Later that afternoon, the doctor asked Ellen and me to step into the hallway for a conversation.continue reading …