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Bittersweet Encounters

This is the gist of a quick redlight conversation with the car next to us on the way home from work today:

• Man: Hey, is Rosie your Mom?
• Me: Yep, sure is.
• Lady: Is Bill your Dad?
• Me: Yep.
• Man: We used to work with your Mom.
• Me: Oh really? That’s awesome!
• Man: Tell her we said hi!
• Me: Oh..um..well she passed away back in November.
• Man: Oh I am soo sorry!  We didn’t hear about it.  I’m soo sorry.

You know, that never gets any easier—breaking it to someone that is just so full of excitement after not seeing her in years that they want you to tell her hi for them, and seeing how it hits them.  It really knocks the wind out of my sails to have to be the one to tell them too.  The sweet part of it being bittersweet is knowing how well liked my Mom was by anyone that ever had the pleasure of meeting her.