> > 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 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 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 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, tell myself > that it is special. Every day, every minute, every > breath truly is a gift from God. > > > 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. > > > > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

missi, What a lovely poem with such a good message. It's a shame to wait until you are 83 to start living like she wrote about. I'm a little younger than that, but it sure gives me some good ideas to put into practice right now. <g> Thanks for posting it. Love ya, Elsie At 11:30 AM 5/11/01 -0400, you wrote: > > > > 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.