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

called two days later.

Then again the following Sunday just to make sure I was alright.

And after that, somehow, we kept going.

I still missed Margaret terribly.

For weeks, I reached for the phone at dusk before remembering there would be no evening conversation waiting for me.

But Ellen and I continued growing closer until we became an ordinary and meaningful continue reading …