At 74 I married a woman 38 years younger than me. Everyone thought I had lost my mind… But one night, the humble employee of my house heard a conversation and said, “Mr. George, if you don’t listen to me now, tomorrow it could be too late.”

I now write this post at the age of seventy-six.

Emily’s in the kitchen.

He just shouted at me that if I refer to her again as my “old housekeeper,” she will personally close my Facebook account.

I replied that even I don’t know what the password is.

He’s laughing.

And that laugh now fills the house that years ago felt so painfully empty.

I have lived a long life and only in the end did I understand a very simple truth.

Love does not always come with the aspect that others consider right.

Sometimes it comes in the form of the person everyone was ignorant of.

And sometimes the woman who one day walks into your office to save your life, years later enters that same room and asks:

George, did you take your medicine?

Only this time I smile.

Because I know you don’t ask me because I’m waiting for my life to end.

He asks me because he wants me to stay in his for as long as possible.