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

same wide, thoughtful shape, that same way of looking straight at you and somehow past her own fear at the very same time, focused entirely on what needed doing next. “Harrison?” “Yes, that’s me.” She nodded, and then, to my genuine surprise, reached out and hugged me tightly. “She’ll be glad you’re here,” she whispered.

Margaret was awake when I finally continue reading …