Friday, July 22, 2011
I drove David (my son) down to his local Union Hall this morning for a class. But first he wanted to stop at BP to get coffee. While I was sitting in the car waiting for him I noticed two older men standing on the walkway chatting & drinking their coffee...the one man looked just like Matthew, my deceased husband, his eyebrows, mannerisms, the way he was drinking his coffee, his hairline... I was mesmerized. He caught me staring at him so I apologized & explained. He was very sweet about it. But now it's set the mood for the day...For the life of me, I. Just. Can. Not. get past Matthew's Death. 'Grief' is like being marooned on a deserted island... a very lonely place.
Posted by Patty Ann