This First Person column is by Pat Parrott, who lives in Regina. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ .
I'd spent two decades living in a suburban bungalow, shopping at Costco and raising a family when my wife passed away, leaving me a widower in my late 50s. Over time, I'd embraced this new stage of my life, moving to a modest downtown apartment. I didn't feel lonely or alone, just solo.
Little did I know that I would soon find myself wading into murky waters of dating — something I hadn't done in 30 years.
Walking around an urban park one afternoon, I saw her approach from the opposite direction. It had been 25 years since we worked together, but I recognized her immediately by her distinctive red hair.
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