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I grew up with practical grandparents who had been frightened by the Great Depression in the 1930's.
A grandmother, 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 grandfather who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. And their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now, Grandpa in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Grandma 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 repairing, 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 grandfather died, and on that clear fall 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 and cats 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!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper,' so I've sent it to the people I think of in the same way...
Good friends are like stars... you don't always see them but you know they are always there.