I have read this before, but it is worth another read. It really makes you stop and think! Enjoy!
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A Keeper ~ Author Unknown
I grew up with practical parents and grandparents - a Grandmother, God lover her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.
She was the original recycle
, before they had a name for it...A Grandfather who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their best
lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Granddad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Grandma in a housedress, lawn mower in one hand, dishtowel 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. My dad would scrape bottles to make sure we had all the stuff out of it then wash it and save it for another use.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me
. All that re-fixing, reheating, 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 Grandmother 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
.
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 or someone we worked with before.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special...and so, we keep them close!
s who lift us to our feet
so much for post this. It is wonderful - I had never read it before.
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