Memoir

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In this heartfelt romantic memoir, Harry and Elizabeth share their passions and feelings about the poignant events that brought them back together after being divorced and estranged for almost twenty years. Filled with emotion, suspense, and humor --- plus a surprising Las Vegas encounter, this true story proves genuine love can survive any of life's problems.

Romantic miracles can happen. Harry and Elizabeth Lawrence are living proof of that fact. After going through a painful divorce and being estranged for nearly two decades, they never imagined it would be possible to find each other again. Neither did any of their friends or relatives.

When Harry and Elizabeth got back together, everyone they knew asked for an explanation of this bewildering event. That's why they wrote IT HAD TO BE US. Because it's a true story, most names and locations have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.


Book reviewer Marilyn Forstot (author of "Sunshine Riches") calls IT HAD TO BE US "a superbly crafted real-life story that renews a person's faith in love."

Actress Debbie Reynolds read IHTBU and said, "I loved it!"      

Excerpt
From Chapter Three

HARRY REMEMBERS:

I’m 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 a fatal 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!