Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Goosebumps


So I was at the car dealership this Monday past. It necessitated a long wait of 6 hours. In walking days I'd go off for a walk or run, there are some interesting shops around and a giant mall across the street and a beautiful lake with boardwalk nearby. Or if I had anywhere to go without spending 6 hours in the one spot, I would have taken one of their numerous shuttles all over the city.

So there I was, ensconced one might say. Or incarcerated as another might. I never mind as I come equipped with both book and device but the knitting was too enormous to drag, I'm in the final stages of a vast shawl.

So I read and try and tune out the endless large screen TV which broadcasts non-stop sports to the slack-jawed men in the front row. I wouldn't dare touch that channel and click it to Discovery (would you?). The coffee is good, there is fresh popcorn and a few boxes of Timbits.

A woman a few rows up gets up to look at a notice board on the wall. My heart stops. She looks just like my Helen who died in December 2014. I feel tears bounce into my eyes and a golfball hit my throat, the loss can be so keen at times. She was closer than a sister, there was nothing we wouldn't tell each other. I so miss that and Stranger Woman brings the loss into such sharp focus.

I pretend to read as she sits down again, now in the row in front of me but to the side. Her hair, her profile, her slender attractive body, even her eyes with that half-moon shape, so unusual (I'm so glad one of Helen's granddaughters inherited those extraordinary eyes).

As if she senses I'm looking at her, she turns and I smile at her, urging myself not to go weird, not to say anything about Helen.

We chat, we're the same age, we uncover life stories, children. Daisy lost her husband 22 years before but as he was an only child, she stepped up to the plate and took care of his mother who died at 94 this past December. She admitted the sacrifice, but had created a separate apartment for her mother-in-law (referred to as Missus) and had a helper come in once a day to do what was necessary in personal care. But Missus insisted that it was only Daisy who could cook for her. It tied her down terribly. I mentioned my favourite Aunt Daisy to her, who was the only other Daisy I'd known personally. We talked of our daughters and their opportunities and moved on to our singular granddaughters. Daisy'd been an entrepreneur up north but moved to the Avalon when her children needed more educational opportunities. She was as fascinated with my journey as I was with hers. We were together about 90 minutes.

Now here's the zinger.

She got up with many goodbyes and desires to see me again some time just as they were paging her one more time.

Her last name was Cassidy*.

As was Helen's.

*changed at last minute for protection of her privacy as a quick FB search found her so very easily.

15 comments:

  1. It is interesting when we see people who remind us of someone else. I wonder if they are distantly related? At any rate, it was an unusual way to meet a new acquaintance. Perhaps one day you'll show her a photo of Helen...

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    1. Yes, I hesitated to befriend her on FB E as it felt quite "stalky" to me. But even looking at her photo there brings tears to my eyes.

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  2. Your header photo was perfect...goosebumps is exactly what popped into my mind.

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    1. These oddities are so extraordinary. Everyone has a doppelganger.

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  3. Life has a few goose bumps for us.
    Love the photo.
    Take care..

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    1. Many goosebumps, they're the most interesting part of this life, yes?

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  4. What an intriguing experience. Perhaps you should have mentioned your friend. Could there be a connection? Wonder if you told her of your blog as that could have been a way in which to give someone an opportunity to contact you. Seems unlikely you'd have further encounters unless one of you initiates -- perhaps a FB invitation to visit your blog.

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  5. I suspect your meeting was one of those strange "meant to be" experiences, similar to synchronicity (which brings out my own goosebumps whenever experienced). Sounds a bit tin-foily I know, but "there are more things...."etc.

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  6. Oh...auspicious coincidence is always a true gift. Thanks for sharing this story.

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  7. There is a kind of magic in this world, isn't there. It made you miss Helen, but it was a gift, too. Beautiful. - Kate

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  8. I share your feelings about car dealers and the TV always tuned to some programme I heartily detest. And only you could fall into a 90-minute heart-to-heart in a car showroom!

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  9. It's the way you let yourself be open to people that gives you these rich life experiences.

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