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

and fathers, about the people we’d each buried along the way, about the younger versions of ourselves we still quietly carried around like folded notes tucked in a coat pocket. One night she said, very softly, “I wish we’d had one more chance.” Neither of us slept much after that.

A week later, she mailed me her address. I still remember the exact feel continue reading …