She wore a dress of “Everglaze” cotton that night, white with a discreet pattern of tiny green roses. I remember it still.
We walked along the beach and across the causeway to a rocky island where we sat above the pounding waves of the Southern Ocean.
We were volunteers at a children’s summer vacation program and really knew nothing about each other, so we just sat and talked, sharing our two quite different pasts; no touching or cuddling. just talk.
At the end of the program I inquired “Would you like to meet again?” and she agreed – so here we are, sixty one years later; two lives so richly shared, through so many experiences, and in so many places; so many memories, so many friends and our own wonderful family.