I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

He said I had the kind of face people wrote letters about. I told him that was the cheesiest line I’d ever heard.

“Even if you walk out and never want to see me again… I’ll find you somehow, Marge.”

Strangely, I believed him.

We married the next year.

The diner became our place, our tradition. We returned every birthday, even after the cancer, even when continue reading …