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

to many things without ever quite arriving. I almost married a woman from church who liked the same books I did, and later a widow in my forties who smelled like lavender and laughed with her whole body. But every single time life started asking something serious of me, I quietly stepped back. These women were never unkind or unworthy of love. They continue reading …