I have *light sensitivity* (as well as sun). It’s really challenging living in a world where daytime is when the majority of humanity is *awake*. I love working the graveyard shift. My sleeping habits are not of the norm because my circadian rhythm is *nocturnal* akin to Bats. Joel and I, operated on similar sleep schedules thats why I genuinely enjoyed caring for him albeit at times extremely challenging as we had *our moments* just like anyone else who is engaged in a genuine, loving and passionate relationship. We fought and we apologized. We never considered ourselves to be *fragile* like certain family members labeled us as. I’m not a victim to my circumstances and neither was he. I will never consider Joel a victim of the Holocaust. He was a survivor and Champion in every possible way you can imagine. He would always find a way no matter the hardship. When the love of his life- Grandma passed, ive never seen him so low. It was beyond excruciating to witness. When we spoke on the phone, after the funeral, I knew we were in for some really difficult days ahead. I will never forget that phone call for as long as I live. I will never ever forget the day I said *I love you* to him on his deathbed, not knowing that would be my final time expressing my most genuine sentiment to him. I will never *move on*. I will never ever be the same *chancheenu”. Forever, emotionally dismantled. 💔

These were just shipped to my office by my loving and generous spouse😘. They are *Payne* prescription bifocals. Style: Cat-Gatspy.