A Very Touching Story

I received this email just a few minutes ago...I read it till the end...so touching... that my tears dropped on my cheeks....

> 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 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. Her eyes
> could only read large print. Half way through the
> entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother 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.'
>
> Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to
> normal after you've had a baby.... somebody doesn't
> know that once you're a Mother,'normal' is history.
>
> Somebody said you can't love the second child as much
> as you love the first....somebody doesn't have two or
> more children.
>
> Somebody said the hardest part of being a Mother is
> labor and delivery ....somebody never watched her
> 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of
> kindergarten ....or on a plane headed for military
> 'boot camp.'
>
> Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her
> child gets married ....somebody doesn't know that
> marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
> Mother's heartstrings.
>
> Somebody said a Mother's job is done when her last
> child leaves home ....somebody never had
> grandchildren.
>
> Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you
> don't need to tell her ....somebody isn't a Mother.
>
> Pass this along to all the 'Mothers ' in your life and
> to everyone who ever had a mother.
>
> This isn't just about being a Mother; it's about
> appreciating the people in your lives while you have

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> them....no matter who that person is.