January 24, 2007

His words stay with me every day….

I regret not saying something to the man who was sitting next to me at brunch at Cafe Orlin. He was talking about someone he loved dearly who had passed away and he said “people who pass away never truly die…they go on living in our hearts.” I wanted so badly to say something to him since my mother had just passed away. It was a bizarre coincidence, but it didn’t seem right to interrupt their conversation even though their table was so close to mine. The moment passed and I didn’t say anything. How will he ever know that his words stay with me every day?

Thank you man with tattoos. You and your partner were so adorable! I hope I see you again.

Submitted by: Kathy

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