At 78, I Sold Everything and Bought a One-Way Ticket to Reunite with the Love of My Life, but Fate Had Other Plans — Story of the Day
Allison Lewis
Feb 9, 2025
At 78 years old, I gave up everything I owned. My apartment, my old pickup truck, my beloved collection of vinyl records—things that once meant the world to me now felt like weights holding me back. None of it mattered anymore. What mattered was getting to her. Elizabeth. The letter arrived on a quiet afternoon, buried between bills and advertisements. At first, I nearly tossed it aside. But then, I saw the handwriting. A familiar, elegant scrawl that sent my heart racing. “I’ve been thinking of you.” That was all
