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

never described me with anger or shame.

Only occasionally, through old memories, when she remembered the years of her youth.

“She always called you the one who got away,” Ellen said one evening while Margaret slept.

I looked down at my hands.

“I’m sorry for that.”

Ellen shook her head.

“I don’t think she meant it with regret by the end. More like… a room continue reading …