My husband used to say, that the best part of life was falling back in love with me (which he did many, many times). Oh how I loved those times. Rpmance, attention, adoration and excitement made me swoon (literally). I couldn't get enough of him (luckily he was a very obliging man). When it wore off and it always did, we waited for the next spark to hit.

He was the romancer, but I was good at lighting sparks. You'd be surprised how many uses sex has in a relationship. It ends arguments, celebrates the absurd, soothes wounded pride, lifts egos, boosts energy, releases anger, calms resentment and produces stress relieving hilarity.

One day, we were told it was terminal, no more could be done. In six, maybe eight months he would be gone. Weeks later, my husband told me he knew what he wanted most. When it was time for him to go, he wanted one, last kiss. He was 74 years old the last time he fell in love - with me.