After eleven years of living alone, my 72-year-old mother finally found someone who made her feel young again. His name was Richard, a charming 57-year-old man she met at her community gardening club.
Within a few months, Mom began changing in ways I hadn’t seen since before Dad died. She bought a bright red dress, started wearing perfume again, and caught herself smiling at her phone like a teenager with a new crush.
