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

that they wouldn’t be the kind of words that saved us. Margaret had significant cardiac damage, he explained. They could keep her comfortable, give her some remaining time, but not much of it. Days, perhaps. A week, if we were fortunate. I stared down at the floor tiles the entire time he spoke, because looking directly at his face would have made continue reading …