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

of that envelope in my hands. Her handwriting had changed over the decades, but not completely — it still slanted the same particular way on the capital M. I stared at the envelope for nearly an hour before opening it, as though delaying might somehow make the hope sitting inside easier to survive if it turned out to be too much. Then I sold my old continue reading …