To live to the utmost.

My true love and I are in our 41st month together. In one form or another. It all started on an Oct. 25. So we celebrate on the 25th of every month. Normally, I'm not the kind of guy that likes to observe anniversaries. Or momentous occasions. But this is an exception. Because it's so special. It has brought me extraordinary happiness. I was sad after Jeanne died of Alzheimer's. My wife and love of 38 years. But not for long. Because I understood that I had experienced a wonderful love. For which I was grateful. And I didn't expect to fall in love again. I thought maybe I'd just mark time for the rest of my life. Instead, I began taking life one day at a time. And tried to make the most of the time left. By savoring life moment by moment. And to just let things happen. In a natural way. And lo and behold, I discovered this is the way to live life. I credit Jeanne. For teaching me about love. Yes, how to love and cherish life. I'm sure that Jeanne is very happy for me. For loving in the right way. For getting on with life. Just because Jeanne is gone from the Earthly dimension doesn't mean I'm supposed to give up on life. Instead, to live to the utmost. That's why I was put on Earth. To be a romantic idealist. And a lover. Among other things. And I suspect we all have missions. To live grandly and gloriously and lovingly. --Jim Broede