On the day of departure, we met at the airport we were chatting and flirting like we normally did and I thought to myself “I wonder if anything is g...ing to happen?” As it turned out Julia was thinking exactly the same.Just before we went through passport control, Julia linked arms with me and whispered “why don’t we leave our normal lives here and pick them up when we get back”. The way she said it and the way she affectionately squeezed my arm made it pretty clear what she meant, and without. I have told her that they may not want to know me but theywould not reject her. She has also decided that she will not tell herMother as she would broadcast it to all the family. We will do thatourselves when the time is right.We have agreed that we must tell or children as soon as possible as thelonger we leave it the harder it will become and so we are still aimingat Monday. I hope that in view of my closeness with my children,particularly my daughters, that they will, even though. It was Russian, originally "Aniya" and meant merciful. She was that for sure. She'd taken mercy on me and said yes when I'd asked her to marry me. I don't believe in hating but I hated Alzheimer's with a passion. I'd had to put her in a care facility six months before this happened. I was lost without her, just stumbling along bumping into things. We'd been together for over forty-three years and I didn't want to continue alone. All that calmed me then was walking in Our park. There's one about. Perhaps those kind ofparties were for different occasions. Darla seeing my head fall closer to the mattress came over and gentlyeased me all the way down. I was surrounded by my two best friends: Darlato the left of me and Sally to the right. Darla began cooing words oflove softly into my ear. The rest of the girls were too busy listening toSally's story to notice. I'd never fallen asleep with someone's warmmoist breath reverberating on my ear lobes before. It was heavenly. Shebrushed the hair.