Actually, she was more of a childhood playmate. If I hadn’t been told whom she was, I would not have recognised her. Two marriages, two kids, two divorces and 36 years had taken their toll. I could see a bit of her mother in her but not like there was when we were young. Her mother had changed little in the past 35 years and looked about the same as she did when I was knee-high to a duck.

I guess that this happens to all of us in some way or another. In my mind, time had stood still and she was still the charming young woman that I remembered – floating across her front yard on her way to be married.

“God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.”
― Elbert Hubbard

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