A keeper

[crazyhorse]

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away..never to return. So... While we have it, it's best we love it.. And care for it... And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.

This is true: For marriage... And old cars... And children with bad report cards... Dogs and cats with bad hips... And aging parents... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, Like people we know who are special... And so, we keep them close!

[Katman]

Yeah, that one had me in stitches.

[Paul in NZ]

I know this, I'm married to a keeper..... Lifes been a bit unkind to me recently, nothing too bad like what some poor beggars get, just picking up another label but definately a struggle some days.. Vicki knows I don't like to moan at her (hell, thats what the internets for) because she has her own shit to deal with... Still, I cope by working and I just rolled down the drive from my latest 8 x 10hr stint and there in the garage is a bright red tool chest on wheels with draws and all the shit to put me tools in (because I LIKE fixing things)... Total surprise... Fark - what a woman... The 'boss' said it right...


We said wed walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way
If as were walkin a hand should slip free
Ill wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me

We swore wed travel darlin side by side
Wed help each other stay in stride
But each lovers steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you
And if I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So lets make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you
If I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There neath the oaks bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
Ill wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me
Darlin I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind
Wait for me

[Bald Eagle]

:yes::2thumbsup that's magic. I've got a keeper as well.

[Taz]

Yeah, that one had me in stitches.

You aint got no lovin has ya?

[Big Col]

My wife is a keeper, the bloke she is with now can keeper. lol

[Katman]

You aint got no lovin has ya?

Why do men so often die before their wives?





Because they want to.

[Edbear]

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, work shirt and a hat; and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But when my mother died, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away..never to return. So... While we have it, it's best we love it.. And care for it... And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.

This is true: For marriage... And old cars... And children with bad report cards... Dogs and cats with bad hips... And aging parents... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep, like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, Like people we know who are special... And so, we keep them close!

Darn it I can't bling yhou again yet!

[Foxzee]

My wife is a keeper, the bloke she is with now can keeper. lol

HAHAHA...no chance of any refund then eh!