My Daddy received the following in an email from a friend. I liked it and thought I would pass it on to you.
Things we Keep
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, Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.
It was a time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door and the hem on a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life and sometimes it made me crazy. All that fixing and re-fixing, re-newing and re-heating left-overs. I wanted just once to be wasteful, because waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant that you knew there would 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 anymore.
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 is sick.
This 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 just keep.
Like a best friend that moved away or a class mate we grew up with. There are somethings that make life important, like people we know who are special . . . And so we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars . . . You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.
Do you know someone who is a “keeper”? If so, why not send this on to them.
See you all next week, Lord willing and the creek dose not rise.
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