At 67 I Came Home Alone After Heart Surgery And My Family Told Me To Call An Uber

agenda.

I could spend what time remained managing other people’s comfort.

Or I could do something else.

When Harrison brought me home that night and stood at my door with his coat collar up against the October air, he said that he hoped I would consider accompanying him to the conference in Boston in two weeks.

“As your companion?” I asked.

“As my friend,continue reading …