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REMEMBER WHEN
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Remember when I was young and so
were you And time stood still and love
was all we knew. You were the first,
so was I. We made love and then you
cried...
Remember when...
Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk gave our hearts,
made the start, it was hard. We lived
and learned, life threw curves There
was joy, there was hurt.
Remember when...
Remember when old ones died and
new were born and life was changed,
disassembled, rearranged. We came
together, fell apart And broke each
other's hearts.
Remember when...
Remember when the sound of little
feet was the music we danced to week
to week. Brought back the love, we
found trust, Vowed we'd never give it
up.
Remember when...
Remember when thirty something
seemed old. Now lookin' back, it's
just a steppin' stone to where we are,
where we've been. Said we'd do it all
again
Remember when...
Remember when we said when we
turned gray, when the children grow up
and move away, we won't be sad, we'll
be glad. For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when...
Remember when...
Remember when...
[DAVE'S NOTE:] It occured to me that,
should I fulfill the actuarial
promise, I have about 200 months left
in this life. That is not such a big
number. About 64 months ago, I woke up
in my car galloping across
barrow-ditch grass, heading for a
power pole. I turned the wheel for all
I was worth, and evidently caught the
pole with my left headlight.
The air bag deployment obscured my
vision and probably knocked me out for
a moment. Sheri and I woke up upside
down, and scrambled out of the
minivan. I looked back, wondering if,
as in the movie Topper, I would see
our bodies crumpled up in the vehicle.
They weren't. The tow truck driver
said he knew why we were so fortunate.
Over our car, hanging by the power
lines, was the cross-shaped remains of
the pole.
This was a wake-up call -- not just
about driving when bone tired, but
reminding me that from here on out, I
am living on the final stretch. I do
not fear death. I know that God will
take care of whatever is to come. As
my dad put it, when asked about his
impending death: "It will be
interesting!"
So I now cherish life in a new and
enriched way. With 190 months to go, I
do not need to spend much time kicking
myself. The energy of kicking is
wasted. And as the "kickee," it has a
double cost. Screw it. I have my gifts
and graces and my weaknesses and
failures. These are not going to
change appreciatably in 190 months.
I hone my skills and loves, and try
not to waste too much time bogged down
in my morass of "should be's". I do
spend more time Remembering When --
for every retelling of the spiritual
journey brings forth new insight and
understanding of the road I have
traveled.
DMM