For a lot of days, I don't think about Bob. Then I do. When two of our kids, a daughter in law, four grandsons, one granddaughter in law were here with me, I thought of how much Bob would have loved it. He would have been his usual quiet self
, but soaking up having these special people around him. Then , yesterday , at the grocery store, I had another side of thinking of Bob. There was an elderly man, in a state of anxiety. He was being directed to the bathroom by a clerk. The mans face was panic.
He was as close to bouncing off of a wall as a person could be. He couldn't understand the directions, " to your right". He turned right, left, right, almost missing the door. .I recognized his confusion. I never let Bob get to that point, because I
never let him out of my sight. I spent minutes standing outside of the mens room door. I always was nervous about his being alone in the bathroom. I often wanted to either go in or ask someone to check on him. When he came out, I was always relieved.
I went about my shopping. Then I saw another man, not as old as the elderly man that I had seen, but looked very much as if he were related, like a son, taking care of Dad. He had a face on that registered concern. He had lost sight of his Dad. Later I saw
them at the check out and I knew the look of resolve on the younger mans face. I had to hold back tears. Then I got in my car and went home. To remember.