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

every line on her face.

Margaret at seventeen, barefoot in a creek.

Margaret angry about a damaged library book.

Ellen laughed and cried at the same time while sharing the stories behind each picture.

Sometimes she comes to visit me now.

Sometimes I take the bus to see her.

We still talk about Margaret often, but not only about her.

We talk about recipes,continue reading …