At 74 I married a woman 38 years younger than me. Everyone thought I had lost my mind… But one night, my humble domestic worker heard a conversation and said, “Mr.simo Richard, if you don’t listen to me right now, tomorrow may be too late.”

His eyes filled with tears.

I know.

I can’t even promise you twenty.

She squeezed my hand.

“Richard, no one can promise anyone tomorrow.

I looked at her.

“Then the time we do have… would you spend it with me?”

He smiled in tears.

“Yes.

We got married three months later.

Not in a huge hotel.

Not in front of hundreds of guests.

In the back garden of my house.

Claire was next to Rachel.

Daniel helped me make my tie knot.

Rachel’s mother was sitting in the front row, again healthy.

When Rachel walked to me, she didn’t wear a glamorous designer dress or try to get everyone to look at her.

She wore a simple white dress.

And to me I was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

This time I didn’t get married because I was afraid to be alone.

I didn’t get married because having a younger woman by my side made me feel younger.