Sunday 27 May 2007

Nothing in life is more important than your family.

Request that u all will read this message through ur heart and notmetamorphically.
The Story goes like this..............

It's a lovely story of mother. Just read through tillthe end and let the things seep through your skin and you feel everymoment of the experience.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to takeanother woman outto dinner and a movie.
She said, "I love you, but Iknow this otherwoman loves you and would love to spend some time withyou."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visitwas my MOTHER, whohas been a widow for 19 years, but the demandsof my work andmy three children had made it possible to visit heronly occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go outfor dinner and amovie.
"What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My motheris the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or asurprise invitationis a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it wouldbe pleasant tospend some time with you," I responded."Just the two of us." She thought about it for amoment, and thensaid, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was abit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticedthat she, too,seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited inthe door with hercoat on. She had curled her hair and was wearingthe dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiledfrom a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "Itold my friendsthat 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 ourmeeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although notelegant, was very niceand cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were theFirst Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes couldonly read largeprint.Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sittingthere staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on herlips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you weresmall," she said."
Then it's time that you relax and let me return thefavor," I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeableconversation -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recentevents of each other's life.We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at herhouse later, she said, "I'll go out with youagain, but only ifyou let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when Igot home. "Verynice. Much more so than I could have imagined," Ianswered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massiveheart attack. Ithappened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anythingfor her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurantreceipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attachednote said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn'tsure that I could be there;but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one foryou and the otherfor your wife. You will never know what that nightmeant for me.I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of sayingin time:"I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time thatthey deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family.Give them the time they deserve, because these thingscannot beput off till "some other time."

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