To contemplate....
My brother-in-law opened the last drawer of the dresser and it removed a package
wrapped up with silk paper. This ", he said, it " is not combination ". that is a lingerie. " He unpacked and he gave me the piece.
It was pretty, of silk, done by hand and embroidered with incomes. The label of
price with an enormous drawing was still glued in the piece.
" Jane bought it in the first time that were in New York, there are about 8 or 9 years ago.
She never used. She was keeping it for a special occasion.
Well, I think now is the occasion ".
He caught the piece of my hands and it placed it in the bed with the other clothes that we separated to take to the mortuary. He caressed the ask for one moment, it beat the drawer, it was turned for me and he said: " Never keep anything for a special occasion. Every day is one occasion special ".
I was recollecting those words during the funeral and the days that they were proceeded, when I helped them, him and my niece to overcome the sadness that follows an unexpected death. I was thinking of them during the turn flight to California.
I thought of all the things that the my sister could not see, to hear or to do.
I thought of the things that her did without noticing like them they were special. I still continue thinking in his words, they changed my life. I am reading more and wasting less time. I am sat down in the chair admiring the view of the garden without the neurosis of being pulling up the harmful herbs. I am spending more time with my family and friends and less time in meetings of committees. Whenever possible, the life should be an experience the to be savored, and not a test. I am trying to recognize these moments and to take advantage of.
I am not keeping " anything; we everybody used our porcelains Chinese and the crystals for all the special events as: to lose some kilos, to repair a leak of the sink, for the first flowers of the camellias. sees my blazer preferred to go to the market when I feel will. My theory is: if I feel that worn-out money is remaining $ 28,49 in a small package of goodies without blinking.
I am not keeping my best perfume for special parties; the boxes in stores and in banks they have noses that work as well as the of my friends of parties.
" Some day " and " one day of those " they are losing the importance in mine vocabulary. If it is useful to see, to hear and to do, I want to see, to hear and to do now. I don't know the one that my sister would have done if she knew that it would be here tomorrow for the the one that all we were allowed.
I think her it would have called everybody of the family and to some close friends. It could have called old friends to excuse and to repair fights of the past without importance. I think that she will have had dinner in one Chinese restaurant, its favorite food. I am supposing...
I will Never know... They are those small things left without doing that would leave me brave if he/she knew that my time would be limited.
Brave for having, some day, canceled encounters with good Friends. Brave for not having written letters that it intended to have written. Brave and been sorry by not having said more frequently to my husband and my daughter the as me really I love them. I am trying a lot not to postpone, to impede, or to keep some thing that provides happiness and shine to our lives. And every malice when I open my eyes, I say to me same that that is special. Every day, whole minute, every sigh is really... a present of God.
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