I’M 80 AND NEVER MARRIED AFTER MY FIRST LOVE VANISHED IN VIETNAM – LAST WEEK, A STRANGER WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE HIM HANDED ME A BLUE BOX

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Several weeks later, Edward and Wren met me beneath the willow once again.

Edward handed me the familiar blue box.

Inside rested the silver ring beside a new photograph of Benjamin and me beneath the tree.

Then I divided the red carnations into three.

One belonged to Edward.

One belonged to Wren.

And one remained with me.

For the first time in continue reading …