Have some running around to do today and won’t have much time on the computer. Bless the heart of the wonderful staff at the heart failure clinic. They are aware I have shall we say memory issues. Last evening one of the nurses called me to remind me of my appointment today, I thank you so much.
Memory is such a strange thing. Generally, I just blissfully travel through live blissfully ignorant of what I am occasionally missing. You don’t miss what you have forgotten about. You don’t realize how much you have forgotten, well because it is forgotten. I just blissfully travel down the highway of life. This medical appointment is but one example. I am so grateful to have wonderful people that so often give me the reminding little pokes I so often need.
As always seems to be the case, when I need a lift I that day get an email containing a wonderful uplifting message giving me that little boost I need. This often also works when I just don’t feel up to writing or am rushed as I am today. This morning this wonderful message was waiting for me from my dear sister-in-law Vicky. It contains a message from withing my heart but worded and written in a manner far better than any I could come up with. As with it seems the majority of the inspirational message forwarded via email. I don’t know the original source to whom I would give due credit.
One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old “blue hair” about 80 years old, came along with them—all in all, a pleasant bunch. When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Mae who said, “Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.”
I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast.
“Along with heated apple pie,” Mae added, completely unabashed.
We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time.
But when our orders were brought out, I didn’t enjoy mine.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Mae as her pie a-la-mode went down.
The other ladies showed dismay. They ate their lunches silently and frowned.
The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae.
I lunched on white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait.
I smiled. She asked if she amused me.
I answered, “Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.
How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?
I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should.
But life’s so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.
This year I realized how old I was. (She grinned) I haven’t been this old before.”
I haven’t smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many books I haven’t read. There’s more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead.
There are many malls I haven’t shopped. I’ve not laughed at all the jokes.
I’ve missed a lot of Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes.
I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.
I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast.
I want un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.
I haven’t cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain.
I need to feel wind in my hair. I want to fall in love again.
So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner,
then should I die before night fall, I’d say I died a winner,
because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart’s desire.
I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired.”
With that, I called the waitress over.. “I’ve changed my mind, ” I said. “I want what she is having, only add some more whipped cream!”
This is my gift to you – We need an annual Friends Day! If you get this twice, then you have more than one friend. Live well, love much & laugh often – Be happy.
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Be mindful that happiness isn’t based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people we love and respect. Remember that while money talks,