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Re: [BrettsFriends] FW: A Keeper



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From: "Joy Morris"
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Subject: [BrettsFriends] FW: A Keeper
Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2007 10:32:16 -0500



From: Carolelw51@aol.com
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 21:10:09 -0500
Subject: Fwd: Fw: A Keeper
To: joymomgram@hotmail.com
CC: Petlpat@aol.com

 


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Subject: Fw: A Keeper
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:01:56 -0500











 










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 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 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 t hat 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



People
are made to be Loved and Things are made to
be Used There is so much
confusion in this World because People are
being Used and Things are
being Loved.





 


 





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