
Letter to a Friend!
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her
friend:
Dear, I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in
the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the
weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family
and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to
recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not
"saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for
every special event such as losing a pound, getting the
sink unstopped, or displaying the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look
prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of
groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special
parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store
and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip
on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing,
I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what
others would've done had they known they wouldn't be there
for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they
would have called family members and a few close friends
They might have called a few former friends to apologize
and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they
would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever
their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me
angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I
hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one
of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my
husband and parents often enough how much I truly loved
them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save
anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that
it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath is
truly a gift.
Author Unknown


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