It was a way
of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing,
reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste
meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd
always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that clear, hot afternoon, in the
warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning
that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more
special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to
chat, no more "just one minute".
Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes
away...never to return before we can say goodbye, say "I love
you".
So...while we have it...it's best we love it.....and care for it .and
fix it when it's broken... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true.....for marriage.....and old cars.....and children with
bad report cards.....and dogs with bad hips ....and aging
parents.....and grandparents. We keep them because they are
worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away. There are just some things
that make us happy, no matter what, or a classmate we grew up with.
Life is important, like people we know who are special and so, we keep
them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'!
Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now
it's your turn to send this to all those people that are
"keepers" in your life...like you!!