I was checking on my email, when one of my friend send me this wonderful story. Her mother just died a month ago and I could feel it in her the longing and regret. She may not say or even admit that she regrets so much but I could see it her eyes." If only there was still time ".. I use to say.
After week, we meet on a certain coffee shop and she was telling me this story. She seems happy and relieved. At that time, I haven't read this. But as I listen to her, shes seems so fond of it. I dont get it why. It was just a plain story and now.. I guess i know.
A man
stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be
wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got
out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked
her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I
only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a
rose."
He bought
the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they
were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said,
"Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She
directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop,
canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's
house.
Source:
The message was simple. Love your parents while they are still alive. Life is short. Not all good things last forever.
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