Life is too short...

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the
spark of love. A little while ago I started to go out with another
woman. It was really my wife's idea.

"I know you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise.
"But I love YOU!" I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been
a widow for 19 years. 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 it would be pleasant to pass 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 doorway 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
cosy. 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. Halfway through the entree, 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 you relaxed and let me return the favour," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation“ nothing
extraordinary
- just catching up on recent events of each other's lives. 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 and kissed her good night.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much nicer 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.
Sometime 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,
never-the-less, I paid for two plates --one for you and the other for
you wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying, "I LOVE YOU" in
time, and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in
life is more important than your family and your close friends. Give them the
time they deserve, because these things cannot always be put off to "some
other time . . ."



BY: Sampath Nilusha

Hi Reenae

this is a wonderful post..it jus seems like asking us after all wat is life for?..everyone should give a thought about wat is said in this..

Regards
Meena

Nice one, Reenae, which shows the importance of relationships in our life, especially our parents.
Keep posting!

sriniketan

wow,gr8 post.