Three days before my wife died, she grabbed my hand and said, “Seek your first love… and please forgive me.” After 36 years of marriage, I was not prepared to discover what I had done

So I started looking for Susan.

I contacted old friends from college.

I searched Facebook groups.

I called people I hadn’t spoken to in almost forty years.

Several weeks later, I finally found it.

Susan lived in another city, about four hours from where I was.

One Saturday morning, I got in the car and drove there.

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When I got home, I sat in the car for a long time.

It had been almost forty years.

What was I supposed to say?

How could I explain to you that my late wife had sent me there?

Finally, I forced myself out of the car and walked to the front door.

I called.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

I recognized her immediately.

Susan’s hair had turned completely gray.

I had wrinkles on my face, just like I did.