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Coffeetime

Kaffeejunky on 01.02.2007 um 11:27 (UTC)

..... my friend opened the bureau drawer of his wife and took a package out packed in tissue paper: "this is not any package, but a package with attraction laundry.". He threw the paper away and regarded silk and the point. "I bought this, when we were for the first time in New York. That is now 8 or 9 years ago. It never carried it. It wanted to keep it for a completely special opportunity. And now, I believe, the correct moment came." It approached the bed and put the underwear to the other things, which were carried forward by Bestattungsinstitut. Its wife had already died. When it turned to me, it said: "keep nothing for a special cause, for each day which you live is a special cause!". I think still of these words, it my life changed. Today I read many more than in former times and deseam less. I sit down on my terrace and enjoy the landscape without on weeds in the garden respecting. I spend more time with my family and mean friends and less time with the work. I understood that the life is a collection of experiences, which it applies to protect. From now on I keep nothing more. I use daily my crystal glasses. If me thereafter is, carry I mean new jacket over into the supermarket to go. Also I carry my favourite smells if I have desire instead of waiving her for holidays. Sentences, like e.g.. "are banished a daily..." or "at one of these days..." from my vocabulary. If it is worthwhile itself, I want to see, hear and make the things here and now. I am not completely safe me, which would have made the woman of my friend, if she had known that it will be no more tomorrow (one morning, because we often too easily take). I believe that they confine still their family and friends would have called. Perhaps it would have to also reconcile a few old friends called around itself or apologize for old disputes. The thought that they eat perhaps still Chinese were (their favourite kitchen), please me very much. There is these small incomplete things, which would disturb me much if I would know that my days are counted. I would be sad certain friends any longer to have seen with whom I would have wanted myself to set "at one of these days..." in contact. Regretting the letters not to have written which I wanted to write "at one of these days...". And very sadly, next ones mean to have said not often enough, how much I love them. Now, shift and retain I miss nothing more that joy and smile could bring us into our life. I legend me that each day is something special.... each day, each hour and each minute is something special.

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