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, and My Old Landline Rang

His daughter Anna has already started calling me Aunt Ruth, even though I told her she doesn’t have to.

Jeffrey and I will never recover the decades we lost.

I’ve accepted that.

But I refuse to waste whatever time remains by mourning years neither of us can change.

For most of my life, I believed that meeting the right person at the wrong time meant the opportunity was gone forever.

Now I know timing isn’t always the end of the story.

Sometimes life opens the same door twice.

You just have to be brave enough to walk through it the second time.