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

The urgency I had mistaken for nothing more than two people honestly reconnecting near the end of life.

Margaret must have known her time was becoming shorter, yet she still waited for me to come because I chose to.

I loved her even more for that.

And I hated the world a little.

I rented a room at a motel close to the hospital and spent each day at her continue reading …