Monday, February 25, 2013

I saw Scott

Today, when I pulled into the driveway after running errands, I saw a man sitting on a small boulder near where I had parked.  He was wearing a sweater and a hat and had a brownish-red beard with gray in it.  My first thought was, "That looks like Scott."

I wanted to go over to him and tell him how interesting it was to me that he looked just like my step-father, but my hands were full and I wanted to get my things into the house.  I had to come back out for the rest of it anyway, so I figured I would talk to him when I came back out.

I was inside my apartment for no more than thirty seconds.  When I came back out, he was gone.  I looked up and down the path, but he was gone.  I almost started to cry.

I realize that's a strong emotion for not getting to speak to a perfect stranger, but I couldn't help myself.  You see, my step-dad has been passed for almost eleven years, this is the first time I've ever come across "seeing him" since then, and my sisters and I still miss him so much.

So, I sit here typing this and crying and hoping my kids stay upstairs until I wipe the mascara off my cheeks, to make sure I never forget and to let my sisters know that I think he's still with us.

We love and miss you Scott!