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.
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