Carol sent to us this letter:

Written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend...

Dear Bertha

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. !!

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