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

in her heart that never got closed.”

I had no answer.

So I reached over, took Ellen’s hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

On Margaret’s final morning, sunlight slipped through the hospital blinds, soft and golden, almost merciful.

Ellen had gone downstairs to speak with a nurse about paperwork.

For a few precious moments, Margaret and I were alone.

She moved continue reading …