One day someone's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate, no more phone calls, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away never to return before we can say good-bye or I love you.

So while we have it . . . it’s best we love it . . . care for it and fix it when it's broken . . . heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage, old cars, children with bad report cards and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special . . . and so, We keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I posted it for people who think they’re Keepers.

Thank you for being a special part of my life!

You're a Keeper