Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I am sure Erma Bombeck will not mind

Hello everyone out in Bloggerville and X-ply.
As many of you know my aunt has been fighting breast cancer all year long.  I receive the following in my e-mail today and want to pass it along this way. By all means copy and paste if you want to. I am pretty sure Erma Bombeck would not mind if we did so.  She was a funny lady with a lot to say. Please enjoy and of course in her words, "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff."
Peace...Naila Moon


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All the ribbons of cancer                                                                                                                

In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer.

IN MEMORY...

Pass this on to five women (or men I say)that you want watched over.



IF I HAD MY
LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

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 the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

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 sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.'

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute ... look at it and really see itlive it and never give it back... STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!
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Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

If you don't mind, send this on to all the women (and men I think) you are grateful to have as friends.

Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier.

Please send this to five phenomenal people today in celebration of life!

KEEP IT
LIT! Please keep the candle going.
 
 

All you are asked to do is keep this circulating, even if it's to one more person, in memory of anyone you know who has been struck by cancer.

A Candle Loses Nothing by Lighting Another Candle.

By sending this on, you will think and realize how you've been blessed, up until now.
This is a disease which affects all families... no one is exempt!
 

2 comments:

  1. Oh, Naila, thank you for this. I've love Erma ever since I first found a column of hers in a newspaper who knows how long ago. Just yesterday my husband was reminding me of some of her great lines and she's been on my mind.What synchronicity!

    Much love to you and your aunt as she braves her battle with loving folks around her.

    BTW - for a light laugh, have you seen my corgis on http://barkoflove.blogspot.com
    Sorry to tag it on here, but want you to know I do have a 'softer side' than my other blogs you've seen.

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  2. Thanks for coming by. I am going to go there now. I loved Erma Bombeck too!
    ~Naila Moon

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