I thought marrying my childhood sweetheart at 71 was proof that love always finds its way back. Then, at the reception, a stranger approached me and said, “He’s not who you think he is.” She slipped me an address. I went there the next day, convinced I was about to lose everything I’d just found. I never thought I’d be a bride again at 71. I’d already lived a whole life. I’d loved, lost, and buried the man I thought I’d grow old with. My husband, Robert, passed away 12 years ago. After that, I wasn’t really living. Just existing.…
