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

back at me under “People You May Know.” I sat there so long my tea went stone cold in the cup. Her page showed a few photos, a phone number, mentions of a church charity committee and a garden club. Small, ordinary proof that she was real, still breathing somewhere under the same sky as me, all these years later.

I didn’t plan to call her. At least continue reading …