For one more day

That was a book that I just finished read it. I'm going to leak it a little.
The story was quite simple about a guy named Charles Benetto. He lived in Pepperville Beach. He was on the edge of his ruined life. His wife were gone, his daughter didn't invite him to her wedding party because her daughter afraid if Charles showed up, he will causing a trouble due to his bad depressed temper and drunken habit. So, yeah... His life were totally screwed. He didn't came home, he went from bar to bar. For one beer and another, till his drunk. He decided to go to his old house, where he lived with his Mother and his Roberta. The house where he grown up. He is drunk when he drove miles to his old Pepperville Beach, so he didn't notice when he miss the right way to Pepperville. He made sudden turn to the right direction, when the accident happen.

The car was torn from the highway. But he miraculously still alive. He try to stood up his feet, and not far from him, he saw the familiar water tower of Pepperville Beach. He walked on the street toward his old house. He arrived then he entered the house, it seems someone were lived there... And then he heard the voice of his departed Mother called his name,"Charley..."
Yes, in an odd way. He got opportunity to spend one more whole day with his departed Mother that had died already 8 years ago.

The plot were back and forth.
The part from this book that I love are the story list from,"Times my mother stood for me." and "Times i did not stood for my mother." I realized that I do things that hurt my mothers too as a child, I'm not a Mama's girl or even Daddy's girl. I more comfort with my own without depend too much on both of them. But that list couldn't stop made me think about the time my mother stood for me and when I was always made her furious of me.
'Kay, before I spread another story of mine or even wrote all the story from Mitch Albom's book. I suggest you to grab this book fast, because it is surely a wonderful book.

"Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted." //Posey Benetto,Pg.42