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

flowers together — simple white peonies and pale blue delphinium, because Margaret had always loved planting them in her own garden. Ellen said the colors looked exactly like her mother’s best Sunday dress. At the burial, Ellen slipped her arm through mine like it had always belonged there, and that nearly broke me as much as watching the casket lowered continue reading …