I Never Married After My First Love Disappeared in Vietnam—At 80, a Stranger Who Looked Just Like Him Handed Me a Blue Box

sky while I bought flowers for a man who wasn’t dead.

“Where has he been?”

Edward glanced at Wren.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me.”

He did.

“My father suffered a severe head injury in the war. It damaged his memory, and dementia made it worse over time.”

“Where has he been?”

“He forgot me?”

“He forgot most of his life before the injury.”

I gave a single, joyless continue reading …