Tears and a Smile at the Table

Remember “Tears at the Table?” My post about how we went to that restaurant and I cried?

We went back there yesterday.

The atmosphere was a bit different. It was a Friday afternoon, instead of a busy Saturday lunch. We were seated in a different room, at a high top table. I faced a window, but my back was towards the door, so I couldn’t see who came in and left.

My heart got moved a bit, when I saw a man about my dad’s age, standing outside on the sidewalk. I still have my dad, eight hours away, but I miss him every day.

We ordered. Our appetizers came. Our food came. We ate. A pretty ‘normal’ eating out.

That is, until we were waiting on the check.

This time it wasn’t a group of women, someone who resembled her, or a kind stranger that started the steady stream of tears.

Instead, it was a familiar tune that kicked up on the speakers. Stevie Nicks.

Fitting actually. My momma loved Stevie Nicks. This time the tears at the table prompted a bit of a smile, too.

Thanks for reading.


I made this on my parent’s Scrabble board in March 2022

8 thoughts on “Tears and a Smile at the Table

  1. Hopefully, as time goes by, there will be more smiles than tears at the memories. My heart goes out to you. Now I have to say – did your parents play Scrabble? We love Scrabble. We play with a local Scrabble group. We’ve played in official tournaments – but haven’t done so since Covid. In any case, blessings to you on this day.

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    • I hope you’re right about the smiles. Thank you for that.

      Yes, we grew up playing Scrabble. Nothing official though, just family game time. My dad actually made a huge wall hanging of the Scrabble board and put magnets on the letter tiles. It hangs in my parent’s hallway. Anyone going down the hall, can stop and make words. :)

      Wow! That’s awesome that you play with a group and did tournaments before Covid. I would LOVE that! Bet it was fun to do a tournament.

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