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This was written by an 83-year-old

woman to her friend. *The last line

says it all. *

Dear Bertha .I'm reading more and dusting less.

I'm sitting in the yard and admiringthe view

without fussing about theweeds in the garden.

I'm spending more time withmy family and friends

and less timeworking.
pattern of experiences to savor, notto endure.

I'm trying to recognizethese moments now

and cherishthem.I'm not 'saving' anything; we use our

good china and crystal for every specialevent such

as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped,

or the firstAmaryllis blossom.I wear my good blazer to the market.

My theory is if I look prosperous,

I canshell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries.

I'm not saving my goodperfume 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.

Ifit's worth seeing or hearing or doing,

Iwant to see and hear and do it now !!

I'm not sure what others would'vedone

had they known they wouldn't be here

for the tomorrow that we all take forgranted.

I think they would have called family members

and a fewclose friends.

They might have calleda few former friends to apologize

and mend fences for past squabbles.

I liketo 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!