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

followed immediately by knowing all over again. But Ellen and I kept talking, kept calling, until we’d naturally become part of each other’s lives without either of us quite deciding to make it official.

She sent me copies of old photographs I’d never once seen before — Margaret in her thirties, holding baby Ellen on a porch swing. Margaret at fifty continue reading …