for dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman
also loves you and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has
been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three
children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman
who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of
bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just
the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very
much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit
nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to
be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She
had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to
celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
My mother said,"I told my friends that I was going out with my son, and
they were impressed" as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear
about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First
Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A
nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she
said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing
extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We
talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again,
but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so
suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant
receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and
the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.
I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE
YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in
life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they
deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult,
to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and
tomorrow.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away!"
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