The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my 3 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. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, are you well?\u201d she asked. \u201cI thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,\u201d I responded. \u201cJust the two of us.\u201d She thought about it for a moment, and then said, \u201cI would like that very much. \u201dThat Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. 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\u2019s. \u201cI told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,\u201d she said, as she got into the car. \u201cThey can\u2019t wait to hear about our meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
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. \u201cIt was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,\u201d she said. \u201cThen it\u2019s time that you relax and let me return the favor,\u201d I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation \u2014 nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other\u2019s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, \u201cI\u2019ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.\u201d I agreed. \u201cHow was your dinner date?\u201d Asked my wife when I got home. \u201cVery nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,\u201d I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn\u2019t 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 where mother and I had dined. An attached note said: \u201cI paid this bill in advance. I wasn\u2019t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless I paid for two plates \u2014 one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. \u201cI love you, son.\u201d At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: \u201cI love you,\u201d and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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