Memories PART 2

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1. Falling in love.<O:P></O:P>

2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.<O:P></O:P>

3. A hot shower.<O:P></O:P>

4. No lines at the supermarket.<O:P></O:P>

5. A special glance.<O:P></O:P>

6. Getting mail.<O:P></O:P>

7. Taking a drive on a pretty road. <O:P></O:P>

8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.<O:P></O:P>

9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.<O:P></O:P>

10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.<O:P></O:P>

11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).<O:P></O:P>

12. A bubble bath. <O:P></O:P>

13. Giggling.<O:P></O:P>

14. A good conversation.<O:P></O:P>

15. The beach<O:P></O:P>

16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.<O:P></O:P>

17. Laughing at yourself. <O:P></O:P>

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18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you <O:P></O:P>

19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.<O:P></O:P>

20. Running through sprinklers.<O:P></O:P>

21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.<O:P></O:P>

22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.<O:P></O:P>

23. Laughing at an inside joke <O:P></O:P>

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24. Friends. <O:P></O:P>

25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.<O:P></O:P>

26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.<O:P></O:P>

27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner). <O:P></O:P>

28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.<O:P></O:P>

29 Playing with a new puppy.<O:P></O:P>

30. Having someone play with your hair.<O:P></O:P>

31. Sweet dreams.<O:P></O:P>

32. Hot chocolate.<O:P></O:P>

33. Road trips with friends. <O:P></O:P>

34. Swinging on swings.<O:P></O:P>

35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger. <O:P></O:P>

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36. Making chocolate chip cookies. <O:P></O:P>

37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.<O:P></O:P>

38 Holding hands with someone you care about.<O:P></O:P>

39. Running into an old friend and realizing <O:P></O:P>

that some things (good or bad) never change.<O:P></O:P>

40. Watching the expression on someone's face <O:P></O:P>

as they open a much desired present from you. <O:P></O:P>

41. Watching the sunrise.<O:P></O:P>

42. Getting out of bed every morning and <O:P></O:P>

being grateful for another beautiful day.<O:P></O:P>

43 Knowing that somebody misses you.<O:P></O:P>

44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.<O:P></O:P>

45. Knowing you've done the right thing,<O:P></O:P>

no matter what other people think. <O:P></O:P>

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Pass on These Natural Highs to at Least 7 People in the Next Half Hour and Something Fantastic Will Happen to You in the Next Few Hours. <O:P></O:P>

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Be sure to send it back to the person who sent it to you! <O:P></O:P>

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Lord keep Your arm around my shoulder <O:P></O:P>

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Your hand over my mouth <O:P></O:P>

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Dear Journal buddies, a  This will be in 2 parts because of the length rule, but I promise you, you won't be sorry you read it!!

I don't know if you've seen this before but it is so good. I had seen just parts of it.  My sister just sent it to me.  It made me cry, but a good cry.  Be sure you scroll ALL THE WAY TO THE END!!    It's  worth it. Had to share this with you. I hope you like it. Love you my pals, Merry    Anyway, I wrote Bev back immediately saying: Bev, Boy, this was wonderful, many were great, but the last one is like the "legacy" we hope when we pass on people will say this about us and the way we lived our lives.  Mostly #1 guy = our creator, Jesus Christ.   Mom once told me when I fussed about too much with housework, and I missed things and then she said, "When I die, I don't give 2 hoots if it DOESN'T say on my tombstone, "She kept a good house,"  Or even, "She was a good cook."  Much better to have been a good friend, a good person, and to leave this world knowing you did your best to the end."  She really did say this to me.   Love to all, Merry

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Please make sure you forward this back to me . . . You'll see why at the end ! <O:P></O:P>

Think about them one at a time before going on to the next one . . . <O:P></O:P>

It Does Make You Feel Good, especially the thought at the end #45. <O:P></O:P>

 

Christmas Story

  I hope you haven't already read this, but if you have that it's been a while so you can enjoy it again.  Love Always, Merry

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MASON'S CHRISTMAS BALL
by Kathy Pippig Harris

      The clock in the hallway sounded 12 times.
      Midnight.  Christmas Eve.
      Playing softly through the speakers mounted above the nurses'
station Christmas music filtered into those rooms with open doors.
      The older lady sat in her chair by the window.  A thick
comforter wrapped around her frail frame.  Colors flashed and spun
along the walls of her room from the gaily lit Christmas tree in the
walkway, just outside her door.
      Lora gazed past the chilled windowpane, at the snow flurries
dancing on an errant breeze.
      But the vision that filled her eyes was that of a certain yellow
Lab who had become her most treasured visitor.
      His name was Mason and he had once been Lora's life companion.
When she became too ill to care for him, her neighbors, newlyweds
Tyler and Kelli, had volunteered to take him in.
      Mason had always nurtured a fondness for the couple and quickly
became a member of their family, while spending many hours with Lora.
Happy hours they were, sitting in Lora's garden as the sun warmed
them both.  Or in Lora's den, a fire crackling in the hearth as both
canine and human napped in its cozy glow.
      Lora had been in the retirement home for nearly three years, and
Mason always visited her on Christmas day.  She looked past her
reflection in the window glass and smiled.
      Not too long now until she'd get to see Mason.
      Closing her eyes she snuggled into the warmth of the comforter,
her mind playing back well remembered scenes.  Mason loved to fetch
and come every Christmas he would gingerly pull aglass ball off
their tree, trot over to her and drop his treasure in her lap.  Lora
never knew why he was fascinated with the Christmas ball decorations,
but she had come to anticipate this loving gesture from Mason.
      Last Christmas, when Mason came with Tyler and Kelli to visit,
he had proudly presented her with a shiny red ball.  Moments after he
had brought the decoration to Lora, a nurse padded through the
doorway, a searching expression on her face.  Lora held up the glass
ball and the nurse had smiled and shook her head.  Mason grinned and
everyone laughed.  Mason had plucked it from the Christmas tree in
the hallway.
      Comforted by her rememberings, Lora fell asleep as the snow
tapped softly on her windowpane.
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      Their guests had left an hour ago and it was just after midnight
when Kelli and Tyler had headed for the comfort of their bed.  Their
party had been marvelous but it had left them both tuckered out and
the thought of sleep was welcome.
      Mason, too, had enjoyed the party, entertaining guests.  Seeking
out and giving affections.  Bestowing sloppy kisses on the children,
and for the adults Mason proffered his paw.  It was the closest he
came to giving them a hug, without fear of knocking them down.
      Kelli and Tyler had stopped telling their guests that Mason
would fetch them a Christmas ornament from the tree.  For in the two
Christmases that had passed, Mason did not comply.  It seemed this
particular "gift" was given to one person only -- Lora.
      As the couple made their way up the stairway, Mason followed
close behind, his long tail wagging happily.  A smile on his face, he
panted, tongue out to the side of his muzzle.  An expression of utter
joy on his furry face.
      As Kelli and Tyler settled in for the night, Mason circled three
times, then snugged down into his soft bed on the floor, at the foot
of their bed.
      Christmas morning arrived as the winter sun splintered through
the blinds of the bedroom window.  Tyler groggily stumbled toward the
bathroomand stopped short.
     Something was not right.  He turned 'round and his eyes fell on
the sight of his wife at Mason's bedside.
      Tears wet her cheeks as she sobbed -- Mason's head held gently
in her hands.  Mason was limp, his once animated face now lifeless.
      Tyler swallowed back a lump in his throat.  He walked numbly
over to his wife and Mason, dropped down on his knees and wept into
Mason's soft fur.
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      Lora was awakened due to the persistent nudging of her hand by a
cold, wet nose.  Whiskers tickled her wrist and she smiled as she
opened her eyes.
      There in her lap lay a multi-colored glass ball.  And staring at
her was the happiest face she could ever remember.  That of Mason's.
      Lora gingerly cupped the ornament in one hand as she stroked the
broad yellow brow of her beloved Mason.  She bent down over her
friend and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Mason."
      The nurse padded quietly into Lora's room to find the woman,
lifeless, still wrapped in the comforter.
      In her lap was a glass ball -- the one she noticed missing from
the Christmas tree earlier that night.
     Outside the frosty windowpane, the wintry sun sparkled on new snow.

            -- Kathy Pippig Harris   <kappi00 @ gmail.com>

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Kathy is a published author.  She finds inspiration for her novels,
short stories, and poems from her family, her job, her life's
experiences -- from a diagnosis of cancer, to a diagnosis of life,
and from the furry loved ones who share her world.  And she thanks
God for them all.
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You can't keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once, and move on.

-Homer Simpson