Welcome to RCF - WHF

rb2d2 · Sep 25, 2004

Keepers

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'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.... 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... Dogs and cats with bad hips.. And aging parents... And grandparents,

aunts and 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 are like stars...You don't always see them, but you know
they are always there…

Heart

mojo · Feb 03, 2007

Jaddon · Oct 12, 2005