A Gift from God
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and
lifted out a tissue-wrapped package.
"This," he said, "is not a slip.
This is lingerie."
He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It
was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The
price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.
bought it the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years
ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is the occasion."
He took the slip from me and put
it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician.
His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed
the drawer shut and turned to me.
"Don't ever save anything for a
special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that
followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores
that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane
returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's
family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or
heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without
realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.
reading more and dusting less.
I'm sitting on the deck and admiring
the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.
more time with my family and friends and less time in committee
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience
to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting
the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer
to the market if I like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can
shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing.
not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware
stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing
their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or
doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.
I'm not sure what my
sister would've done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the
tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called
family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few
former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I
like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her
favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours
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, I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is... a gift from God.
I am So Grateful
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