Wednesday, February 28, 2007

A Keeper

I grew up in the 50's/60's with practical parents. A mother, God love
her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...
A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends
lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee
shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and
dish-towel in the other .

It was the time for fixing things: a curtain
rod, the kitchen radio,screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dres s,
things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, eating,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 summer's night, in the warmth of the
hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used
up and goes away...never to return.

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.....

Dogs and cats 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 or a classmate
we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we
know & who are special.... And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it
to the people I think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send
this to those people that are "keepers" in your life. Send it back to
the person that sent it to you if they too are a keeper....

Good friends are like stars....

You don't always see them,
but you know they are always there....
Keep them close....

Thanks Melissa N.
I am proud of you my lovely Daughter
Dad

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