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

enough years measuring everything against the one thing you lost, you start existing beside your own life instead of truly living within it.

I had no children. No close relatives remained except a few distant cousins who received Christmas cards from me more from routine than genuine connection.

I drank coffee at six and watched the news at seven.

I took continue reading …