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.”

I married a woman next to whom I never had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

I am now writing this publication at seventy-six.

Rachel’s in the kitchen.

She just shouted at me that if I call her “my old housekeeper” once again, she’s going to close my Facebook account herself.

I told him I don’t even know the password.

She’s laughing.

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

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

Love does not always come in the way that others consider appropriate.

Sometimes it comes in the form of the person that everyone else overlooked.

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

“Richard, did you take your medicine?”