Because I live a blessed life

Occasionally, I lament. Over little things. Over big things. Essentially, over what could have been. And wasn’t. Like when my dear sweet Jeanne became dementia riddled. With Alzheimer’s. And died seven years ago. But I stopped lamenting. When I learned acceptance. And got on with the rest of my good life. Letting life evolve. Naturally. I have a second true love. A lovely and intelligent Italian. I had Jeanne for 38 years. For which I am thankful. Really, no reason to fret any more. Because I live a blessed life. Always have. –Jim Broede