At 78, I Sold Everything and Bought a One Way Ticket to Reunite with the Love of My Life, but Fate Had Other Plans
Elizabeth’s letter arrived without notifications, tucked between bills and advertisements, as if it had no idea how much power it held. “I’ve been thinking of you.” That was all it said. I read it three times before I allowed myself to breathe. A letter. From Elizabeth. “I wonder if you ever think about those…
