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 means affluence. Throwing
away things meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my husband died, and on that clear, cold morning,
in the warmth of our bedroom, 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 good-bye, 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 or a
classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make
us happy, no matter what. Life is important, like people we know
who are special . . . and so, we keep them close!
If you are "A Keeper" please pass this page along to
all those people that are "keepers" in your life . . . by saying
thank you for being a special part of my life . . . .