Mitch Albom’s For One More Day is officially one of my favorite books of all time, perhaps my absolute favorite for now. It’s a story about a mother and son, and how the son wants to commit suicide but at that lowest point in his life, his already deceased mother is alive and waiting for him—or so he thinks. Despite being a figment of his imagination while he was passed out after a car accident, the main character tries to make things right and finds out many secrets about his past which I think he already knew but were never able to stitch together. His mother did it for him, in his mind. 

The main reason why I love this book just so much is because it reminds us of our mortality but especially that of those around us. To me, death isn’t the scariest thing in the world, but instead it is the losing of those we love to death which frightens me the most. For One More Day leaves me thinking about who I would want to relive even a short time of my life with now, as well as in the future. 

Besides the point of mortality, Albom makes us appreciate our mothers. Throughout the book, the main character stresses the many counts where his mother had stood up for him, and the infinitely more counts where he failed to stand up for his mother. People aren’t with us forever, he learns, but sometimes it is only through them leaving us that we learn to cherish their being. This does strike a somewhat similar chord to Albom’s The Five People You Meet in Heaven, but at the same time it is vastly different in its character and the underlying substance of the stories. 

I promise it is worth reading.