I Was Volunteering on Valentine’s Day When I Saw My First Love’s Name on the List – So I Delivered His Card Myself

Valentine’s Day Surprise: I Volunteered at a Nursing Home and Found My First Love—And My Son’s Father—After 40 Years

At 64, I signed up to write Valentine’s cards for lonely seniors, thinking it would be simple. But when I saw one name on the list—Richard—I froze. He was my first love, the man who disappeared decades ago, leaving me to raise our child alone.

Curiosity and courage led me to deliver his card myself. When we met, old truths surfaced, and I finally learned why he vanished. With my son by my side, I returned to confront the past and reveal the secret I’d carried for nearly 40 years.

What followed was emotional, healing, and life-changing—for all of us. Sometimes, volunteering doesn’t just help others… it helps you find closure, forgiveness, and your own voice again.