A Lesson To Live By:
Each Day Is
A Gift From God
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau
and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package.
"This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie."
He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.
It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace.
The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.
"Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9
years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is the occasion."
He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other
clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on
the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut
and turned to me.
"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion.
Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that
followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad
chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on
the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where
my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that
she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things
that she had done without realizing that they were special.
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I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck 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
in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a
pattern of experience to savor, not 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, the first camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory
is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small
bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for
special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks
have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.
"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 my sister would
have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we
all take for granted. I think she would have called family
members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former
friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.
I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner,
her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if
I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off
seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday.
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 daughter 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 from
God.
If you're received this it is because someone cares for you
and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you
care. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it would
take right now to forward this to ten people, would it be the
first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a
difference in your relationships? I can tell you it
certainly won't be the last. I don't have to make up
silly stories about people being hit by buses or crushed by
falling disco balls for not sending this letter on. You've seen the
result of this neglect in your own relationships that you have allowed
to fade, dissolve, and fall into disrepair.
Take this opportunity to set a new trend. Take a few minutes
to send this to a few people you care about, just to let
them know that you're thinking of them. It's even better if
they're not the people you already correspond with every
week. The more people that you send this to, the better
luck you will have. And the better you'll get and reaching out
to those you care about.
May love litter your life with blessings!
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