It’s been a while since I’ve written. I think probably this is the longest stretch I’ve had in a while. Things are cool, in the whole scope of things at least. Specifically, things are hard, but what else is new? Are things ever easy? For some, I’m sure, but each individual has his own problems for the day.
Getting home last night and parking the car, I see a woman get out of her van and a little white dog hops out. I’m staring at her and am hoping for a reason to talk with her because she looks so much like my mom from afar. The her little dog runs to me. So taking the dog back to her I talk with her, and I tell her how much she looks like my mom and that she passed away six months ago.
The level of resemblance with Mom was uncanny. She wore similar clothes. Her hair was puffy and slightly unkempt. She was about the same weight, and her face had similar features. She even had christmas lights up in her apartment year-round just like Mom did.
We spoke for a couple of minutes and she gave me a hug because she had lost her mother a few years ago. The resemblance to Mom was so great that I experienced a level of confusion as to who this person was. When hugging her I smelled her in the hopes that she would smell like my mom. She didn’t, and it’s probably better because I think I would have lost it at that point. I didn’t cry, but had tears in my eyes.
It wasn’t a bad experience. It was a bit comforting. It was very strange, very strange. I’ve never experienced anything quite like that.
The confusion over her identity was surreal. I just can’t say how strange it was. I didn’t know that a rational, fairly well-balanced person (considering everything of course) could feel that confusion. Perhaps the rationality of it was that I did not act on it. Yeah, I think that’s it. It would have been quite bizarre if I had started speaking to her like she was my mom. Might have gotten the cops called on me.
