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for one more day

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for one more day by Mitch Albom

69. Read two books out of my library that I’ve never read before – one down

I decided to read this book on a whim last night. At 2:30 am. It was a good idea because I had not bawled my eyes out and snotted all over my pillow in a long time. I’ll tell ya, I liked it a lot. I read his other book, The Five People You Meet in Heaven and bawled my eyes out. Then I watched the movie and bawled my eyes out. I haven’t read Tuesdays with Morrie. Yet. I wonder how I will react to that one?

From Amazon:

For One More Day is the story of a mother and a son, and a relationship that covers a lifetime and beyond. It explores the question: What would you do if you could spend one more day with a lost loved one?

As a child, Charley “Chick” Benetto was told by his father, “You can be a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy, but you can’t be both.” So he chooses his father, only to see the man disappear when Charley is on the verge of adolescence.

Decades later, Charley is a broken man. His life has been crumbled by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits bottom after discovering his only daughter has shut him out of her wedding. And he decides to take his own life.
He makes a midnight ride to his small hometown, with plans to do himself in. But upon failing even to do that, he staggers back to his old house, only to make an astonishing discovery. His mother–who died eight years earlier–-is still living there, and welcomes him home as if nothing ever happened.

What follows is the one “ordinary” day so many of us yearn for, a chance to make good with a lost parent, to explain the family secrets, and to seek forgiveness. Somewhere between this life and the next, Charley learns the astonishing things he never knew about his mother and her sacrifices. And he tries, with her tender guidance, to put the crumbled pieces of his life back together.

After an hour and a half of bawling and sobbing, I was done. But I couldn’t sleep for about another hour after that. Some people may regard this type of work as glurge, and maybe it is, but his novels have really struck a chord with me. It’s often in my mind: How will I be remembered by those I love? I am sure it’s just the place I’m at in my life, but it made me want to be a better Mom. It made me want to wear Revlon red lipstick and be called Posey. It made me think, probably too much, but in a positive way. How to make positive changes in my life. A little at a time, right?

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