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!
Dear Bertha
u made my day 
rosey
