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

called two days later. Then again that Sunday, just to check on me. And somehow, after that, we simply kept going. I still longed for Margaret constantly. I still reached for the phone at dusk for weeks afterward before remembering, each time, that there would be no call waiting for me. I still woke some mornings with that awful first second of forgetting,continue reading …