Romance after age 60, and with your ex? You bet! Romantic miracles can happen. If you donâ€™t believe that, just check out It Had To Be Us. Youâ€™ll laugh and cry with Harry and Elizabeth as they try to re-discover their lost love. This heartfelt romantic memoir — told in a â€œHe Remembers,â€ â€œShe Remembersâ€ format — proves genuine love can survive any of lifeâ€™s problems.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER THREE
Iâ€™m back home now. My depression is deepening. I canâ€™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. Iâ€™m back on the golf course with my friends, but Iâ€™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, Iâ€™ll be talking to her at 7 tonight. I discover today that I cannot get back into my routine.
I donâ€™t want to get back into my routine.
I only want to be with her.
Itâ€™s 7 p.m. Pacific time, but no call. Well, Iâ€™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. Doesnâ€™t she know that if you think an intruder is in the house, you call the police? You donâ€™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.Â Iâ€™m still clinging to the idea of these wonderful vacations together. I tell her I wonâ€™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 canâ€™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 Iâ€™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 thatâ€™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 â€“ movies.
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