We are funny creatures. The whole of us made up with tiny pieces of family and friends that have gone before us, or touched us in some sweet, or bittersweet way. We all have our own unique gifts, ideas and ways of looking at things, and of doing things.
Like folding towels.
I fold towels like my mom taught me. I wonder who taught her? Or did she see it in a magazine in the 50's? But I have "my own way" of folding towels. I even refold my sweethearts towel because he doesn't fold it like I do. Even after more than 20 years. He has his own way too, but I redo it... :)
I started pondering this when my best girlfriend was telling me how she knew her moms Alzheimer's was getting worse. Her mom forgot how to fold the towels "her" way, and folded them haphazardly. And her mom had a very specific way of folding towels that allowed no deviations. And now she has forgotten. It has left her.
I wonder, is this a loss, or a freedom?
To those around, it is a painful reminder that she is leaving them. One thought, or memory at a time.
I believe that we need to grasp this day as if it is all that we are allotted, Bask in its glory and sunshine. Be in its moments and enjoy the day for all it is worth. No one is guaranteed tomorrow. Tell those you love them today. Give your dog or cat an extra pet. Hug your friends a little longer, a little tighter. Smile and thank God for this day, for this moment, and that you have finished the laundry. How do you know that the laundry is finished?
You just folded the last towel.
