Mondays are always hard, especially the first Monday of the new year. I don’t know about you, but I get kind of spoiled by two holiday weeks in a row. That may today seem to really drag on and on. What made it even longer is that I had a doctor’s appointment after work. It was nothing serious, just a routine diabetic checkup. So, I left work at the appointed time and drove like a madman to make it in time.
When I arrived at my physician’s office, I signed in and took up temporary residence in one of his ultra-comfy overstuffed chairs. Then I saw it… or should I say them. Directly across the room from me sat a couple who could have easily been me and Cindy ten years down the road. The man had my basic body shape and hairstyle (or lack thereof) and the lady was very similar to Cindy in many ways, right down to the style of handbag she carried. He was checking his phone the whole time while she was engrossed in reading a paperback novel. I swear that the sight really threw me for a loop. I couldn’t stop staring at them. Judging by the grey in their hair and the lines in their faces, I would guess that they were at least ten years older and I have to admit that a tinge of anger and jealousy touched me. Why were they still together when death had stolen my bride from me?
I’m sure that they must have noticed that I was staring, but they didn’t say a word. When they went back for their visit, they probably talked to each other about the nut in the ball cap who kept eyeballing them. If only they knew.
When it was my turn to go back for my appointment, I had to quickly wipe tears from my eyes. My emotions were really running high.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen someone who reminded me so much of Cindy that I had to do a double-take. That happens with unnerving regularity, but I must say that this was the first time that I saw “the two of us” together.