My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
My first love.
The woman I had not seen in nearly forty years.
We met in college.
Both around twenty.
Young enough to believe love solved every practical problem.
Old enough to think we understood adulthood.
I loved Claire deeply.
I proposed when I received a job offer with a logistics company in Chicago.