I Am A Keeper ...

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused ... their friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mum in a house dress; lawn mower in his hand, and dish-towel in hers ... but 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, but 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, on that clear summer's night. 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 loved ones go away ... never to return. So ... While we have it ... its best we love it, care for it & fix it when it's broken ... And heal it when it's sick.

This is true ... For marriage, old cars, children with bad report cards ... Dogs and cats with bad hips ... And aging parents ... And grandparents, brothers sisters, aunts, uncles and friends. We keep them because they are worth it.

There are just things that make life important & worthwhile: a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. people we know who are special ... And so, we keep them close in heart and mind and spirit. I am a keeper.

Good friends and family are like stars ... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there for as long as you do.

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