So one of the little demons that comes creeping into my head on occasion, hits me right between the eyes about age differences.

I ran across a folder at work on a local retirement community and it had all of the businesses information and handouts, packets, etc… since I’m trying to resurrect the client I started reading everything I could get my hands on in the folder.

Then it hit me, one of these days I might actually have to seriously look at this stuff for my beloved. I’ve faced this thought before, it’s not something that I have turned a blind eye to. But it hurts just the same.

I always come back to the same point through the whole thought process; I’d rather enjoy as much time as we do have together, than worry about what we may or may not have later on.