I Married My High School Sweetheart at 72 – Two Weeks After His Kids Threw Me Out, a Black Limousine Arrived at My Trailer

The mornings in my town moved slowly, and that suited me fine after Howard, my husband, passed away.

I kept my hands busy with church bake sales and Wednesday food pantry shifts, and I let the quiet of the house be company enough.

That Saturday in April, I was setting out my lemon bars on the long folding table at First Methodist when a voice behind me said my name as if it still belonged to him.