I have been out with one of my recycling/litter patrol crews all week. One guy is approx 67 yrs old- a bit fragile, has had heart troubles. But if he didn't come to work, well... he'd just wither away and die. I cut him some slack on the physically demanding tasks, yet he always wants to 'do his best for me'. Watching him today, joking around, and seeing the fragility of his aging.... man I've had a lump in my throat all day. I LOVE HIM.....I dont want to be his boss when he dies- I can't take the pain... why on earth do I have thoughts like this, and worry about something that hasn't happened? I need to practice more on enjoying him TODAY.. finding the pleasure in the silly, odd bits of joy he brings to my life. oh hell. Just needed to vent. I get so emotionally attached, all my crews have individual traits that touch my heart in some way... its hard not to become attached to them, to care for them. *sigh*