Never Too Late

When It Comes To Love, Age Is Just A Number...

- Lucy Bryant

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.