Dear Ann Landers, This is one of my favorite columns. It reminds us that too many people don't take time to smell the roses. I am 84 and enjoying every day. -- Anonymous
Dear Anonymous, This is Ann talking. Erma was a dear friend and truly an original. The likes of her will not soon pass this way again.
If I Had My Life to Live Over
By Erma Bombeck
If I had my life to live over again, I would have waxed less and listened more.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television -- and more while watching real life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for a day.
I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more I love yous, more I'm sorrys, more I'm listenings, but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it, look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ... exhaust it ... and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.
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Kathy Childs's Comment
I am looking for the story called "Come In". I've had it on my fridge for many years and somebody tore the corner off. You know, wasn't me and I didn't do it, both live here. But I would like to make another copy to replace it but can't find it. Is there any way you could send me one, I would appreciate so much, I loved her column,and Dear Abby
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Dear Readers, , My x-girlfriend who lived with my son and I for 16 years died of cancer. Prior before we knew she had cancer-she moved out because of an addiction problem. We did stay very close before she died. Her x-husband an attorney took over her finances and the burial arrangements. I being financially set was okay with that, whatever they needed I provided. What really hurt my son and I the most was the obituary - we were not mentioned at all. Our friends (mine and hers) were appalled. I was embarrassed and upset for not just me, but for my son-who loved her also. I never been so upset. Her x-husband put his wife and kids and their grandchildren in the obituary, who my girlfriend barely knew. They live an hour away from us. I know its silly to be mad over a little section of the newspaper, but it still hurts. Will time let this devastating loss of her and this article ever go away? I am so angry at this whole situation, its not like we can go and rewrite an obituary notice.