At 67, I Took My First Vacation to Malta and Decided to Say 'Yes' to Everything – I Never Expected to Find Love Again

Then I gave her Michael's letter.

My daughter cried.

Then she became angry.

Then she asked whether I wished I had never gone.

"No," I said.

That surprised both of us.

I started therapy.

I joined a walking group.

I took a cooking class and ruined an entire tray of pastries.

I said yes to things that had nothing to do with David.

That mattered.

On the 93rd day after Malta, I wrote him a letter.

Not an email.

A real letter.

I told him I had not forgiven the way he approached me.

I told him I understood why he wanted answers.

I told him understanding was not the same as excusing.

Then I asked one question.

"If we met again, could you do it without already knowing who I am?"

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