In a message dated 10/24/2004 12:47:11 PM Central Daylight Time, ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx writes: You can't live in the past, but it's only the present that can kill you. Wow. I was cleaning a dresser drawer today (not a closet--the infamous closet which never has anything placed in it but always is full...) Found all sorts of memories. Sweet ones, of Ben. Ranging from pictures of when he was teeny tiny to notes from teachers of years past and front-office thank-yous for gifts he has given them. Why they were not filed long ago--I have no idea. Perhaps they hid--waiting for such a day as today when I needed to ponder long ago... and then... the bitter-sweet ones of memories of not-so-long ago...looking at scraps of papers: thoughts written down of conversations with the odd 'need to remember' phrase, airline ticket stubs, hotel bills so I remember the ocean view and cool breeze, packets of matches to remember dinners out and photographs. I lived in the past and remembered that it was not today. And, it is gone. and thought of this: TIme is... Time was... Time is past... and then read the Sunday Poem. and thought some more of today. Thanking you for the thought, Marlena Musing in Missouri ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html