Monday, August 1, 2011


The following was sent to me from a friend. I tweaked it a bit. My mother just died in February and I just spent the weekend with my friends for my 25th high school reunion. Some of us had been friends since kindergarten. So this seemed perfect to share.

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 his hand, and dish-towel in hers..

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 would always be more.

But then my mother died, and on that clear winter night, in her family room, with me so close by. 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 ...its 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 aging parents ...
And grandparents,
brothers and sisters,
aunts,uncles and friends.

We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a best friend who 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 in heart and mind and spirit.

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

Friends from elementary school

25th high school reunion

My wonderful husband

I have known these guys since I was five!!!


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