Frozen in Time

Today would have been my parent’s 53rd wedding anniversary. I have never been very good with dates. I actually did not remember that today was the day until I was lying awake at 1 am this morning. So I was not collected enough to plan something. I did not know what to do, not knowing how Dad was doing. I did not want to dwell on the day if he wasn’t.

So I called when I got off work. “What are you doing?” Dad did not respond with much. Have you eaten? No. How about you let me take you to dinner? After some thinking and consideration, he agreed to meet me at a restaurant near their old home.

I remember going to this restaurant when my brother and I were kids. In fact, when we got too old to order of the children’s menu we stopped going (for a while) because my mom did not think we ate enough to justify the cost. When my husband and I were planning our wedding, we went there so many times with either his mother or my parents. It got to the point that when the waitress greeted us, it wasn’t “How are you?” or “Would you like a drink?” No, it was a simple question. “Who’s momma?”

Dad and I ordered rum drinks, we ate and ate. It was just like we had done so many times before. Just one thing was missing.

I can’t tell you the last time I was in this place. And it looks pretty much the same as it did 20 years ago. Very little had changed. The food was still good – the same. The decor was the same. Heck, I even think some of the patrons were the same.

The only difference was there was darkness on the chair that mom would have sat on.

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2 thoughts on “Frozen in Time

  1. Jules TCC says:

    I feel your pain and I understand the loss. My heart goes out to you.

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