When We Were 19, My Best Friend and I Promised That If We Were Both Single at 60, We’d Find Each Other – I Turned 60 Last Tuesday, & My Old Landline Rang

That’s how long it had been since I’d seen Jeffrey.

I stood outside it with my hand on the door.

Forty-one years since his last letter and since he’d asked me not to contact him again.

And now his son, Peter, stood beside me, saying, “He’s been asking if you’re here yet.”

I looked at him.

Peter had Jeffrey’s eyes.

“Is he awake?”

“He’s been trying to stay awake for you.”