Friday, October 15, 2004

Might as well dance

Might As Well Dance                                                      
This was written by an 83 year old...The last line says it  all.          

Dear Bertha,                                                              
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 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 here
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
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 love 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 truly is a gift from God.          
If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to
forward  this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing
that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it
certainly won't be the last.                                            
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let
them know that you're thinking of them.                              
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need
to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
I don't believe in miracles. I rely on them.                            
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here

we might as well dance                                                            


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