Do not be too often in your neighbors house, or he will hate you….” Proverbs
I still get a tightening in my stomach when I think about you stopping by our house Sunday afternoons to visit. You were in town visiting your mom at the care facility, so it only made sense to stop by our place once in a while…Once in a while…not every three or four weeks.
This morning when I encountered you in the paint aisle at True Value, I hadn’t seen or talked with you in three years.
Just last week I mentioned to my wife I am still thankful you no longer stop…
I know that probably sounds harsh and unloving, but I always felt like you’d sucked the life force out of me after you left.
One of the last times you stopped, we were getting ready to leave for a wedding reception. I still had to get cleaned up and dress with less than 30 minutes to spare. Not wanting to hurt your feelings I mentioned now was not a good time to talk.
You just stood there and said, “Go ahead and get ready…” No indication you were going to leave. That was probably the tipping point in my mind when I decided I’d had enough.
I told you, you had to go…
So this morning when I spotted you in the paint aisle and called out your name you definitely did not seem happy to see me.
Me, well, I felt a little conflicted.
There is a real part of me that enjoyed our visits over the years when we talked about current events, history, whatever… The fact that you do not see the world as I see it, made the visits all the more refreshing and engaging for me.
I love having my sense of perspective challenged.
But like I said, our encounter in the paint aisle left me feeling conflicted
Perplexed at my own reaction.
A part of me misses our bantering and a bigger part of me is thankful that chapter in my life is over.