Aug 15, 2022
4 min read
When Love Becomes Loss
Who Knew It Would Be Like This?
Today is my 70th birthday. It’s the 50th anniversary of my engagement.
We were at the beach, at my grandmother’s magic house, where every room afforded the sweet rhythmic sounds of ocean crashing on rocks, and the salt breeze rocking the curtains of each window. He came into my room with a sparkling opal ring, and that was that.
