My name is Mitzi. As of this writing, I am sixteen days away from my eighty fifth birthday. Believe me when I say, it was no picnic getting here. I am now in the last quarter of my life. On July 9th, 2005, I lost the Love of My Life after being married almost forty-three years. Not counting the six years that we were keeping company. I could honestly say that we were just as much in love with each other as we were the day we met. It was one of those clichés they call 'Love at First Sight.' He was ten years older than me. My husband Lee was ill for just about a year. In that year we became even closer which I did not think possible. I thought we already had all that love between us and that there was no more space available. For all you people out there, young and old, let me tell you what real love is about.
