Part 1: The Start of a New Chapter
My name is Margaret, and I never expected that at 80 years old, I’d be embarking on a brand-new chapter of my life. It’s funny how life works, how we can spend decades thinking we know exactly where we’re headed, and then something, or someone, can change everything. That’s what happened to me, unexpectedly, when I met Harold at the community center.
I had lived in Ashley’s house for the past few years, ever since my daughter and her husband tragically passed away in a car accident. It was just me and my granddaughter, Ashley, raising her two young children. We had our moments, good and bad, but I loved the time we spent together. I had sold my own house to help pay for Ashley’s college tuition, and after the loss of my daughter, my role in her life became even more crucial.