An 80-year-old man reunited with his high school sweetheart—and after 60 years apart, he finally asked her to marry him.

Her name was Margaret. We had 35 wonderful years together before I lost her.”

Evelyn squeezed my hand.

“I’m glad you weren’t alone all that time.”

I looked down at our joined hands.

“And I’m sorry you were.”

She shook her head gently.

“I wasn’t alone.”

At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant.

I would soon learn.

For a while, we simply sat together continue reading …