I just had a friend who jokingly said to me that I should stop falling in love with men in their seventies because they just up and die on me. Although that has been true-- in three recent cases as of today-- I just can't help myself sometimes. When you meet someone who has a quick mind, a love of life, a passion for something that you both love-- in my case two were writers, and one was just as nuts about nature as I am-- it's hard not to give your heart away. Each was married, so it wasn't that kind of love, but each belonged to me in a special way all of my own.
Each is missed. Sorely missed. And will not be forgotten.
I won't stop giving my heart. Life is for living and if you can add loving into the mix?
Well isn't that just the best thing ever?