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

what she was giving me.

“So did I.”

She passed away that afternoon while I held her hand.

Ellen stood on one side of the bed.

I stood on the other.

Together, we felt the overwhelming silence of a life coming to an end.

Afterward, I sat alone inside the hospital chapel for nearly an hour because I was not ready to return to a world where Margaret had once continue reading …