A week before Christmas, my husband and I stopped at a local restaurant for lunch. The hostess seated us in a booth and took our order. As we were eating our lunch, an elderly man entered the restaurant, did not have a hostess seat him and sat himself down in a booth two down from us. As soon as I saw him, I told my husband that the gentleman reminded me of my step dad, who is deceased. No one was in the booth between us and I could see the man sitting at his table. I kept thinking about my step dad and how much I missed him. After we paid for our meal, I asked the hostess if I could secretly pay for the gentleman’s meal sitting in the nearby booth. She told me that the man had not ordered anything yet and had just been looking at the menu for a long time. So, I decided to just buy a restaurant gift card and give it to him. So I purchased the gift card and approached him. He was looking at the menu and was running one finger over the pictures of food on the menu. In addition, I noticed that he did not have a drink on his table which is unusual. I said “hello, I would like to buy your lunch today”. He looked up said “and why is this?”. I slid the gift card over the table top towards him and said “because you remind me of someone I used to know and I miss him”. He smiled, looked me straight in the eye, stuck out his hand for a handshake and said “Merry Christmas”. Not thank you (of which I did not care), or any other statement except “Merry Christmas” and I got the clear message that he had given me a gift, not vice versa. Maybe he was not an angel. Maybe he was not a messenger. But in my heart, he was sent to give me a special gift of a smile, a touch and a Merry Christmas message from someone who I love, loved and miss immensely. I will never forget.
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My life includes my father's suicide, my mother who is dysfunctional at best or bat shit crazy at worst, a son with PTSD, a son with mental illness and alcohol dependency, a son who died from relapse of alcoholism, Alzheimer's and a blended family. I know I am not the only one out there with a dysfunctional family. Through it all, I am still thankful and I have hope. If my life .......my experience, could help one other person (and me) continue to hang on and hope and laugh and love, it will be worth it. View all posts by justoneandme