While running errands during lunch before the holidays, I caught a glimpse of a red stocking cap and a red walker at a sheltered bus stop.
My heart leaped in my throat as I thought it was Gpa! For a split second I was so excited that I was going to get to spend some time with him. I thought about pulling over. And then reality slapped me across the face. That wasn’t Gpa. Gpa had stopped using the red walker in 2010. If I stopped to talk to whoever this was, he would think I was crazy.
So I kept on driving and did my errands.
But as I drove by I sent anonymous all the love that had bubbled up as a result of seeing red. I couldn’t keep all that emotion, both the excitement and the disappointment. Too much.
The weather was cold and they were at a bus stop. I hoped they got to where they were going safely. I hoped that they would have a blessed day. And that they had someone in their life that loved them as much as Gpa and I had had.
For even through my disappointment, it was nice to think of Gpa and feel the love I had been missing.
