After 50 Years, I Finally Went to See My First Love at 76—Then Fate Intervened in a Way I Never Expected

then another, and before long we were talking every single evening as though the last fifty years had simply been an unfortunate scheduling problem rather than an entire separate lifetime. We had so much to bond over — books, the weather, old songs, stubborn joints, the strange indignities that come with getting older. We talked about our mothers continue reading …