Dinner Date
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
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.
"What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of
woman who suspects that late nights call or 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 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 where mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance.
I was not sure that I could be there; but 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."
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