ithadtobeuscvrRomance after age 60, and with your ex? You bet! Romantic miracles can happen. If you don’t believe that, just check out It Had To Be Us. You’ll laugh and cry with Harry and Elizabeth as they try to re-discover their lost love. This heartfelt romantic memoir — told in a “He Remembers,” “She Remembers” format — proves genuine love can survive any of life’s problems.



I’m back home now. My depression is deepening. I can’t eat. My thoughts of Elizabeth keep me awake all night. Tuesday morning I call her and tell her how desperately I miss her. She replies that she has the same feeling. I’m back on the golf course with my friends, but I’m not really there. I have a problem. I force myself to eat. That night I sleep only a few minutes each hour. I lie awake thinking of her.

Wednesday morning I call her in Las Vegas. Bridget answers. She tells me Elizabeth has already left for the train station. Oh well, I’ll be talking to her at 7 tonight. I discover today that I cannot get back into my routine.

I don’t want to get back into my routine.

I only want to be with her.

It’s 7 p.m. Pacific time, but no call. Well, I’m not going to call her. Somebody has met her at the train station and she is with him. At 7:40, I call her. I reach her answering machine and leave a message. I am seething inside and angry at myself for not believing in her. At 9 p.m. she calls. She tells me the train was delayed because of an accident. She also reports that when she got home she noticed a light upstairs and thought a prowler was in her house. When she ran upstairs to check, she fell and hit her nose on a step and is in much pain.

We talk of our love for each other and agree that I will call her in the morning. After we hang up, I begin to worry. Doesn’t she know that if you think an intruder is in the house, you call the police? You don’t go in. She needs someone to watch over her. Now!

I know I should be at her side. I need to be with her.  I’m still clinging to the idea of these wonderful vacations together. I tell her I won’t be through with golf league business until October and I could meet her in Denver then, but if she wants me to come to her now I will. I desperately want her to tell me to come to L.A. She says I should do what I feel is right.

The only thing I want is to be with her every day, every hour. I call her back and tell her I can’t go on this way. I need to be with her and can I come out now? She says she feels the same way, and of course, I can come to her.

My van is packed and ready to go. I call Elizabeth and tell her I’m on my way and will be with her Tuesday night.

I cannot sleep. I leave for Los Angeles. The highways are icy all the way to Santa Fe. I can only do 30 miles per hour safely. I have become sleepy and almost lose control. I stop at Raton and try to sleep. I leave the car running with the heater on. I start to think what if the exhaust links and I die without seeing her again. I move on. It is foggy now and I barely execute a turn, so I stop but cannot sleep. I move on.


Harry and Elizabeth Lawrence live in the same Colorado town where they were born in the 1930s. They raised a son and daughter there and have seven grandchildren plus one great granddaughter. A retired engineer, Harry spends his mornings on the golf course and most afternoons and evenings watching — or talking about — movies with Elizabeth, who says Harry makes her laugh every day, and that’s one of the reasons she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Elizabeth is a retired educator now engaged in a second career as an entertainment journalist. Her film reviews appear in various outlets, and she also hosts a radio talk show about — you guessed it – movies.


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