Originally posted by bazi:
Hi,
I felt very sorry 4 u...... 
But girl, live wif it, take tis as a lesson learnt. My philosopy is
treat everyday is ur last day, so u will cherish everything u
hv....
I also hv a story to share, while maybe some hv already read it in
email or sms, but anyhw, i feel it is worth sharing again......
hope u guys don't mind. 
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 be 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. 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 did to not get 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 God and your family. Give
them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off
till "some other time."
[b]Here's hoping today is better
than yesterday and tomorrow.
"Life is not measured by
the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our
breath away!?
[/b]
Hmm... Another story..
