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

again become someone I could only speak about in the past.

I stayed through everything.

I helped Ellen choose the flowers.

We picked simple white peonies and pale blue delphinium because Margaret had loved growing them in her garden.

Ellen said the colors reminded her of her mother’s favorite Sunday dress.

At the burial, Ellen slipped her arm through mine continue reading …