Sat, Jul 27 2013 12:00 PM Posted By: Richard Peña
The other day I was going through my e-mail to see what sort of interesting tidbits I was sent. As usual I ended up in “Facebook” that had enough material to fill a short book. Many people had written many things about themselves and other folks, most of it from those who I know quite well. I look forward to these type of notes because I find that most persons are leading an active and worthwhile life. I suppose that, by contrast, my existence could be termed as “sedentary” thereby rating nothing more than a ho-hum or two. At least, that’s what I would give it.
There was one item, however, that deserved more than a cursory glance.
Mike Kilman and Jim Thompson, two Bonitans, had submitted an item – a short story, really – that was poignant and said much in its simplicity. I do not know the author of the story, hence, cannot give him credit but, in the event, that he reads this space, I would hope that he would come forward. Here is the story.
“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 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. 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 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.”
The day that I read this story I had gone over to Glen Abbey for a periodic visit with Zula. As usual I thought about her and wondered if there was more that I could have done.
Of course there was. We can always do more.
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