At 78, I Gave Up Everything to See Her Again—But Life Took a Detour

At 78 years old, most people are slowing down, settling into routine, counting out their days like careful change. Me? I sold everything I owned—my tiny apartment, my rusted old truck, even my beloved vinyl collection I’d spent a lifetime curating. Those records had been my one constant companion over the years, spinning memories into…
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