I was on my treadmill at the gym today, and for the first time, I almost slipped off it. While running and staring out the window, I thought I saw Ed walking across the street toward me. This man had a black jacket, khaki pants, and black shoes on, and his walk was just like Ed’s. His height and figure were like his, too. I almost stopped breathing when my eyes followed this guy. In the end of course, it wasn’t him. But it reminded me so much of him. This has happened about two or three times since he has passed away.

It was even worse this morning because I’ve been thinking about him a lot the last couple of weeks during the lead up to this wedding. He feels closer to me, yet he couldn’t be any farther away from me now.