The other day I had an appointment with my doctor. Was just routine. Funny thing was, she came to call the next patient and said, „Ms. K, ... Susanne“ – I had already packed my book away. The other woman looked at me in kinda disbelief – this name isn´t
that common, but here we go :-)
I then went to the city. Had a pizza on the run. Whilst doing so I witnessed the following:
Two people meet by coincidence.
The man says, „ah, Mrs. $name$, how are you?“
The woman, some sixty years of age maybe, bursts out, very loud and obviously in deep pain, not caring that others hear her, „I SO, SO, SO, SO, SO miss him!“
The man just wanted to be polite to an acquaintance – he didn´t know how to handle
this.
She went on and told him how much she misses her recently deceased husband. She went pretty much in detail, starting with breakfast. Choking all the time, fighting the tears.
After a while she calmed down a bit, said she is sorry for the outburst which was followed by another short one.
The man was helpless – what was he supposed to say or do?
She then made a quick good-bye and left. When she went past me, I saw tears fighting their way out. She tried to wipe them off.
It broke my heart.
For loosing a partner through death, she is pretty young, I thought.
But I guess you are
always too young for this.
I don´t wanna think further on.
I´m reading „Time flies“ by Bill Cosby at the moment. The way he describes the process of getting old is certainly a funny-ironically one.
I wanna get old. With Ingo.
I never want to be forced by my body to cry in public to people I hardly know.
She is now sitting in her living-room, all alone, I suppose. I feel for her. My mother is sitting in her living-room, all alone, I know that. For over five years now. I talked to her this evening and forgot something, so I call her again in a minute. Hopefully I don´t start to cry.
