Today is the one-year anniversary of my dad's suicide. I'm not bringing that up for sympathy or hugs, because while I feel sad I'm okay. I agree with the experts who say that one needs a year of grieving, passing the milestones, the holidays, the familiar seasons, in order to move on, and I do feel that I am moving on. I lit a couple of candles for him tonight, and we are planning to take flowers to his grave hopefully this coming weekend (it snowed this past weekend and the cemetery is an hour's drive).
Anyway, today Jennie felt sick so I made a doctor's appointment for her, left work early, and after the appointment we decided to have lunch at La Madeleine. While we were there, I got the curious feeling that today I would see a Witness. Outside of the two I work with and an occasional visit with a couple of friends I haven't seen or heard from any Witnesses since the funeral, and precious few of them then. We ate lunch, didn't see anyone we knew, went home, I went and got Jackson and took him back to the doctor for his allergy shot (different doctor, same building). As we were leaving after the shots, there at the checkout area was a Witness I knew from the congregation where my publisher card is. My first thought was that I should listen to gut feelings more often. We both said hi, and made small talk about our sons' asthma. She finished first, said "good seeing you" and left.
Now, this elder's wife has never been the bubbly type and we were never anything more than casual acquaintances. Her father-in-law is one of the elders who sat on my dad's committee and who received that lovely letter of denunciation I sent last March to the congregation. She works at the insurance agency where my dad had his insurance, and she is good friends with the only Witness from that congregation who came to Dad's funeral. She KNOWS what happened. She KNOWS I haven't been to meetings in about two years. I talked to her once at the insurance agency after Dad's death to get his car insurance canceled. This is the first time we've been face to face in years, and there was not one word of kindness, sympathy, or brotherly love. No, I'm not surprised. No, I didn't expect anything.
It was just an interesting coincidence today, and a good reminder of what I left.
Nina