A Keeper
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 you knew
there'd always be more.
But then my Father 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.....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!
Feel free to share this with the KEEPERS in your
life!