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

as naturally as though it had always belonged there.

That almost broke me as deeply as the grave itself.

After the funeral, I went back home.

I was too old to believe grief could be escaped simply by moving somewhere else.

The world continued as if nothing had happened, unaware that mine had been broken apart and rebuilt into something unfamiliar.

But Ellen continue reading …