Walking along the corridor, I noticed some noise coming from an apartment further down from me.
It was last July – and for two years, I’d been living in Millcroft Senior Living, a retirement complex in Delaware, USA.
I’d moved there after my husband Mike passed away on June 2016.
I was truly heartbroken and felt so alone.
But living in a community with friendly folk the same age gave me a new lease of life.
Investigating the noise, I realized there was a new face moving in.
Suddenly, a man stepped out into the hallway.
I was keen to make him as welcome as others had made me.
‘Hello! My name’s Nancy,’ I smiled, reaching out my hand.
‘I’m Jim,’ he replied with a grin. At 92, four years older than me,
Jim had a friendly face and kind, gentle eyes.
And I couldn’t help but notice that he was a bit of a silver fox.
‘There’s lots to do here,’ I said, chatting easily.
‘I’m a member of the bridge club. You’re welcome to come along if you’d like,’ I added.
‘That sounds great, I’m sure I’ll see you around!’ Jim replied.
Back at my flat around the corner, I felt an unfamiliar feeling my stomach.
Butterflies. It’d been a while since I felt this way about someone.
But there was something about Jim that made me smile.
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