The Other Woman (continued)

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was me 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 respond. During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each others 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 didn't have a chance 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 was almost sure that I couldn't 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." 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 on earth is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off to "some other time".

Someone said:

"I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."

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