All that re-pairing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knewt here'd always be more.

eating

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's 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
peopleI think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send this
to those people who are "keepers" in your life.