I Married My High School Sweetheart at 72 — Two Weeks After His Children Threw Me Out, a Black Limousine Changed Everything

Always at the same diner.

Always in the same booth.

The waitresses started bringing our coffee before we even ordered.

We talked about everything.

Garrett told me about Patricia, his wife, who had passed away almost ten years earlier.

I told him about Howard.

About our marriage.

About raising children.

About losing him.

About surviving afterward.

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