� Divinity � 2003-12-29 � 8:21 a.m. �
Crazy shit happens to me... I expect that now... and to a degree I even accept it....
We were at the U of A hospital in Edmonton on the weekend visiting a not-so-well grandfather... we drove in on Saturday and left again Sunday by 1 pm to be back home in time for the worker bees to head back to the hive.
Heading toward the parkinglot... a lot running through my mind, in preparation that the hug and kiss I gave grandpa could very well be my last... not as optomistic as I should be, but I am a realist... I see him three times a year at best.
A train of bins being pushed and a security guard escorting them walked past... The guard was oddly familiar... the way he was slumbering down the hall... wanting not to be there... with a look that he really didn't want to be anywhere at that moment... he disturbed my thoughts for a moment... I dried my eyes... and I turned behind me... Calling louder than the noise of the cart train....
"Dave??" He didn't turn. OK... maybe it wasn't him, but he was very familiar... "DAVID!" I was so sure.
He turns... and the look of shock on his face can't be described with the English alphabet unfortunately.... He was speechless until "Shit" rolled down his tongue and out.
He looked good. Different... almost unrecognizable if not for his mannerisms.... we shared a big hug... I don't know that we said much but stood there like a couple of goofs holding hands and grinning at eachother in stupid shock. His eyes scanned me... maybe he didn't think it could be me... the last he saw me we were 18 and I was leaving for a plane to Montreal... I am sure neither of imagined we'd ever see eachother again.
He was delivering a body to the cops downstairs. They were waiting for him... and I didn't feel like I was in any position to ask anyone to wait for me while we caught up. Blair's mom was going home for the first time in a week... she seemed more important.
So we bid a quick farewell... with the smell of high school memories on my breath.
Ironically... the boy who swore he could pick me out of a crowd... would have walked right past me, unnoticed, had I not stopped and called his name.
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