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Marlena get's all touchy-feeling...
Horrible title to have to read today of all days, I know. I've debated long and hard about whether to share this, believe me...

Today is Mother' Day. It is also 15 years to the day of my mother's suicide. I do not offer this bit of information to prompt sympathy or to wrap a cloak of sadness over anyone's day. I do offer this because I have learned first hand how important it is to cherish and embrace the precious gift of time. I also offer this as evidence that it is possible to overcome the most unexpected tragedies and go on to live a life of balance and intent. And maybe I also offer this because there are a couple of people in my life who I love dearly who are struggling to understand why horrible shit has embraced them in the darkest of clouds...

I came across the following piece by Erma Bombeck (!!...yes, those who know me can stop laughing yer asses off now!!) yesterday while surfing. I don't know how I ended on this blogger's page. And because I don't want to leave you all in a funk, I've added some of my own sage wisdom in closing.

By Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's."

More "I'm sorry's.

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it, live it, and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

Some of Marlena's sage wisdom:
Never walk when you can run.
Never delay apologies.
Never delay thanks.
Never think that your opinion is not important.
Never think that YOU are not important.
Never forget that the things that matter most in life aren't things. The things that matter most in life are PEOPLE.
If The Creator gives you lemons, add salt and do tequila shots.
Make that BODY SHOTS.
ALWAYS, ALWAYS eat your dessert before the entrée.
NEVER NEVER EVER end or begin your day without coming up with at least a couple of ways to fuck up the racist, imperialist, patriarchal system that we have been forced to exist in.


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Thank you 13.May.2007 19:21


I truly appreciate what you posted here. Mother's Day is not always happy for everyone and you have given a few of us a bit of courage. Thank you.

Thanks for sharing 14.May.2007 07:38

@ mama

My mother has had mental health problems off and on my whole life. Our pain and our healing is important to share with others. Your story is dark but it is light too because you made it through okay. That's a pretty warm and fuzzy message for someone who might be struggling down a similar path.