Saturday, May 9, 2009

Do it Today

I usually delete the majority of forwards that I receive. Occasionally, one is funny enough to send to a couple of people but not everyone I know. Sometimes one simply touches me at the right moment.

This morning I searched for a high school teacher I was very fond of. I had connected with her several years ago to tell her how much she had influenced my life and we corresponded for a short time. Today, I thought I'd wish her a happy Mother's Day,even though she is a nun. I learned that she died last Spring. I'm glad I was able to write to her when I did.

Then I checked my email and found the following. I hope you'll read it and then spend a few minutes Googling someone from your own past who helped make you the person you are today. It would be a Sweet thing to do and you'd be surprised how wonderful both you and your friend will feel.


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, working on the lawn mower, and Mom in a house dress, dish-towel in her hand.

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 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..... 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 and people that make life important, so we keep them close. Good friends are like don't always see them but you know they are always there.


Thanks Connie for sending this to me. Hopefully others will pass along the Sweet feelings it invokes. . Happy Mother's Day.

See ya down the road,


1 comment:

Geezerguy said...

So all that stuff I save forever, or till it wears out, whichever comes first, doesn't really make me a pack rat, right? Seriously, that was worth sharing.
BTW, Happy Mother's Day YT.