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
dishtowel 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 dress. 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

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…

Good friends are like stars…. You don't always see them, but you know
they are always there .

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  1. sweetsteph 14 years ago

    that is very pretty

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