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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, mowing the lawn and Mom in a housedress, making the 'perfect pie'
or 'my brownies'. 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 father died, and on that clear spring's night, in the warmth of his 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. .... 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 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!
I want keep all of you close to me.
Hugssss Dia:cheer:
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