I wanted to share it with all of you. I know my keepers and they know who they are...The DIS and all in it are keepers 
hugs
glo
Some things we keep...
I grew up in the fifties 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, 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, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant 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 sweethearts . 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 life important,
like people we know who are special.....and so, we keep
them close!
hugs
glo
Some things we keep...
I grew up in the fifties 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, 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, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant 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 sweethearts . 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 life important,
like people we know who are special.....and so, we keep
them close!
