I met him when I was 22 years old; he was 41 at that time. It was a love at first sight sort of thing and we have been together ever since that day which was March 17, 1978.
We married some 7 years later as he was over 40 and had no health insurance and I had a found a very good job with great benefits, so we married alas.
Neither of us wanted any kids for different reasons so we had none.
We've been together ever since and always with a few cats around.
I often wonder what I will do if he were to die before me. However, many times I've often thought he'd certainly outlive me.
When I was almost dead, the hospital advised him to find out what money might be around to hire a nurse to care for me at home.
I'll never forget what he said. He replied, "What is it that needs to be done? Tell me and I will do it for she is my wife and I will care for her". And so he did, colostomy bag and all. I managed to slowly heal after the tragic events that led to this in 2009 and I got rid of that damned bag as well thanks to his very loving care.
He always acted as if he did not know how to cook but he sure figured out how to make the recipes he liked the most in my cookbooks, and so he did just that while I healed. 
Many have eyed our situation negatively over the years for different reasons, even my parents. However, even they both realized what a fine man he is before they died and I thank God for that. If I were to die tomorrow, I would have no regrets.
I was very lucky that St. Patrick's Day in 1978 when I was all of twenty-two. Luckily, we both realized it.
Take care everyone and I wish you all the best in life. Live while you can and love all you can learn to love in life for that is the greatest gift that can be found.
Peace be with you all! 
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