YOU ARE A KEEPER
I grew up in the 40s/50s with practical parents A
mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after
she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original
recycle queen, before they had a Name for it... A
father who was happier getting old shoes fixed rather
than buying new ones.
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 and Mom in a
house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in
the other. 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 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 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..... and dogs 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!
Author Shelia
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