He was just standing on the street corner, waiting for the light so that he could cross West End. He looked fantastic. Bright and healthy and just like he felt great.
I mean, I know it couldn’t be him. In a month, he’ll have been dead a year.
I know it was just some guy who looked enough like him to catch my eye.
But damn. Just damn.
For a second there…
I felt like I was seeing him how he should have been, healthy and normal and happy.
I know what you mean. I still do a double take now and then when I see some old guy at Home Depot or somewhere who looks like my father, and I amost call out, “Hey, Dad! What are you doing here?” And he’s gone almost six years now…but I still find it strangely comforting somehow when that happens.
Thanks for making me cry on a Wednesday morning. But in a good way.
I did this in a mall one time about two years after my mom died.
It freaked me out. I think I cried for an hour.
Maybe we don’t realize but our mothers, cousins, sons, fathers, sisters, friends, brothers are happy, healthy and well…Just not here anymore :).
I saw my godmother in the grocery store about two weeks ago. She died in October. I went out and cried in the car for a while and then went back in a finished my shopping. I think this happens to many people.
I know what you mean, I saw my grandfather at the car wash…he got his cell phone…I got redemption, for 34.99…