Every Mitch Albom book I ever read, I read in one sitting. He writes so simply yet he manages to make his story engaging making you want to go and finish the entire thing.
For One More Day is a story about a son, his mother and second chances.
Ask yourself, “Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?”
A lot of us fall for this trap. We think people are immortal and it dumbfounds us when they’re gone the next day. I felt this true for my grandmother. She lived with us for as long as I can remember. There were times that she’d engage me into a conversation but like almost everyone, I was too busy to let it linger. I wasn’t even able to ask what her parents’ names were. And as I try to scan both digital and the classic bulky photo albums, a picture of us together is something I cannot find. 😦 This makes me feel ashamed. I have like a million photos, I even have one with Batista, how come none with my grandma?!
My favorite device on this book is how Mitch Albom sporadically inserted Charley’s (lead character) vignettes on:
Times My Mother Stood Up for Me
Times I Did Not Stand Up for My Mother
This pretty much paints a picture of something that we can all agree to — that the former would often outnumber the latter at any child’s life. Our moms, well, they can drive us crazy, and times it can be true, ”Children get embarrassed by their parents.” However, no matter how much we push them further with our stubbornness and cold hearts, they’re like elastics that would go no other way but back.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
30 and Thriving 