In Remembrance Of Red

Red D.

August 28, 1928 - November 26, 2007

In memory…

Dear Red:

I am reading more and dusting less. I am sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

I am 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 am trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

We use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first rose blossom.

I am not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

Someday is no longer a word in my vocabulary; if it is worth seeing or hearing or doing; I want to see and hear and do it now with no hesitation.

I am not sure what others would have done had they known they would not 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 dinner.

It is those little things left undone that would make me unhappy if I knew my hours were limited. I would be unhappy because I had not written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. I would be sorry that I did not tell my husband and friends often enough how much I truly love them.

I am trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. In addition, every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that today is special.

"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."

You will be missed,
Sweet
xoxoxoxo

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They say it is impossible to go through life without making enemies.

Red proved them wrong.

Many people saw Red as the Father of a legend without realizing that he truly was a legend in his own right.

I've always called Red my friend, and I miss my friend.

Tramp