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A Heartwarming Tale

Sitaram

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Someone in India just sent me this. Perhaps it is making the rounds in E-mail
and Blogs. I suppose it is a good preparation for Mother's Day.

In the 1970's I heard a Greek priest give a sermon on Mother's Day. He said, "One mother can take care of 12 children. But 12 children cannot take care of one mother."

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out
to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman
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 spend some time 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. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son,
and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't
waitto 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. Her eyes could only read large print. 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 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 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 your family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."


In our busy life, we always tend to neglect some of the most important
things in life where we would never realize till we lose them.Take out
some moments for your loved ones..... You never know when will be the last
time you see them.
 
Oh, that is so, so true.

Now that I've put the tissues away, and sufficiently pulled myself together, I see that you have 'Sons & Lovers' lined up next in your TBR. Let me know what you think of it; I read that when I was at school, and it has always been my favorite of the classics.
 
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