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Dear Friend Of Mine


This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend. The last line says it all. 

Dear Friend of Mine: 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, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, 
every minute, every breath truly is a gift. 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.


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