Might as well dance

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 admiring the view without fussing about the
weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my
family and friends and less time working. Whenever
possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to
savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these
moments now and cherish them.
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, or the first
Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the
market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell
out $38.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not
saving my good perfume 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. If it's worth seeing or hearing
or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known
they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all
take for granted. I think they would have called
family members and a few close friends. They might
have called a few former friends to apologize and mend
fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would
have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever
their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never
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.
People say true friends must always hold hands, but true
friends don't need to hold hands because they know the
other hand will always be there.
I don't believe in Miracles. I rely on them.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
are here we might as well dance.

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