At 82, I Found

all the way to the car, then cried so hard I could not drive.

Frank put a hand over his eyes.

He saw Margaret at thirty. Margaret at forty-five. Margaret at sixty. Margaret in hospital gowns. Margaret standing in doorways. Margaret waiting.

The woman he had mourned was not the woman he had failed most.

The woman he had failed most was the one who had stayed.continue reading …