I was just finishing up my last table and doing side work. I stepped out for a moment to use the restroom. There is a public restroom for hotel guests and the other tenants, including the restaurant where I work, at the back of the building and just outside our lovely patio.
As I walked in I saw her black work shoes and black pants in the stall next to mine. She was having a conversation on her cell.
Yeah, I had my second chemo infusion today. I'm ok. No, they don't know about it at my job. Yes. I miss you too. I'm ok...
My heart sank. My heart started pounding. I could hear the fear and sadness in her voice. I knew she was not ok. How many times have I told that lie?
I washed my hands and waited for her to come out. I wanted to tell her so many things.
Keep going.
You can do this.
You will get through this.
Here is my phone number.
Come visit my blog.
I'm a Sister too.
Mostly, I wanted to hug her. She sounded so young. I waited at the mirror. I waited. She did not come out. It was awkward, I didn't want to interrupt. I needed to get back to work.
I assume she works for the hotel or a neighboring restaurant. I don't know who she is. I don't know if I will ever know.
She haunts me today.
I am filled with regret.
1 comment:
Well, we don't know her name, but I will think good thoughts for her anyway and say a prayer too. Thank you for yours for Marshall, Writier girl. He seems to be doing very well. He must now deal with the thyroid in a few weeks. I do believe in miracles. You are one~
Hope your work goes well today. Keep looking for those black shoes. Hopefully you will find her today~
xox
Constance
Post a Comment