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The Way Life Should Be Lived
An 83-year-old woman wrote this to her friend.

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.  Im 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 that 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. 

If you received this it is because someone cares for you.   "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. 


I can't tell you how many countless hours that I
have spent CLEANING!

I used to spend at least 8-12 hours EVERY
weekend making sure things were just perfect -
"in case someone came over". Then I realized
one day that no one came over - they were all
out living life - having fun!

Now, when people visit - I find no need to explain
the "condition" of my home - they are more
interested in hearing about the things I've been
doing - while I was away living life and having fun!

If you haven't figured this out yet - please heed
this advice: Life is short - enjoy it!

Dust if you must but wouldn't it be better to paint
a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a

Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Remember, a house becomes a home when you
can write "I love you" on the furniture....

"Around The Corner"
by Henson Towne

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end.
Yet days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face;
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine. We were younger then
And now we are busy, tired men -
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say "I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes;
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! Yet miles away ...
"Here's a telegram, sir."
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve
in the end
Around the corner, a vanished friend.


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