Dying Man’s Daily Journal – sense of community


I am really happy to see the blog evolving continually. It is and always will be my journal but has evolved to become something I see as almost being something akin to a community center. Friends meet and leave supportive messages for each other. I hope we can keep it up and that it will grow and grow as a safe loving place where all are welcome to come for support. Bless you all.

I was writing a post today when I took a break and checked email.. One contained such a beautiful message I just have to share it:

BEING A MOTHER

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
entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother
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.

Somebody said
it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby..
somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is history.

Somebody said you can’t love the second child as much as
you love the first… somebody doesn’t have
two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is
labor and delivery….somebody never
watched her ‘baby’ get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten… or on
a plane headed for military ‘boot camp.’

Somebody said a
Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married… somebody doesn’t
know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother’s
heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother’s job is done when
her last child leaves home… somebody never had grandchildren..

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you
don’t need to tell her… somebody isn’t a mother.

Pass
this along to all the GREAT ‘mothers’ in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother.

This isn’t just about being a mother; it’s about
appreciating the people in your lives while you have them… no matter who
that person is!

Watch your thoughts, they become words.

Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions,
they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.
Watch your
character, for it becomes…
your destiny.

‘Be kinder
than necessary, for everyone you meet
is fighting some kind of battle’.

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3 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – sense of community

  1. lawyermommy says:

    What a wonderful post. How I wish the world could be full of peace and joy and everyone loving each other and doing the right thing.

    But we have to reserve peace and love for those who do not constitute a problem to our wellbeing, right? For me, the best love is reaching out to the loveless. The best hate is flung out whole at vile vermin… faceless predators, pedophiles and other vermin. There is righteous hate,I believe but it is far better to live in love.

    LM

  2. mrw says:

    Simply lovely! Thank you for posting, Bill. 🙂

  3. Mel says:

    Oh geeze… That one made me tearful. What a wonderful message, yaknow? The girl brought the wee one over and had dinner with us–any time with either of them is special, it just is.

    And I’d agree with you, Bill. ‘Here’ is a place that just keeps evolving. That’s cuz there’s someone who ‘lets us’ in the center of all of it…..you.

    (((((((((( Bill ))))))))))

    Definitely a better person today for having crossed paths with you, sir. I hope you know I mean that!

    Hope you’re feeling well today and that the bump on the leg is disappearing.

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