Haunted

I’m being haunted by memories of him.

On the way to work today, I flipped through the radio stations only to find every single one of them was playing a song I connect with him. Music he has exposed me to. Times we had together where that song was part of the soundtrack.

I would love to say this is the first time it has happened, but truth be told, it’s been going on for a number of days.

Yesterday, I ran to get lunch only to find on NPR was an interview with a guy who played in a few bands in the last 70s. Of course, the go-to example of the interviewer was one I associate with him – it was sometimes playing in the background as I would arrive at his place.

The guy who sits next to me? Learned a couple days ago that his ring tone is a Pink Floyd guitar riff that I’ve heard 100 times as it is from a favorite song. Took me by surprise when the cohort’s phone rang.

Even the book I’m reading for my class has phrases in it that I’ve heard him say.

And it doesn’t help that the wonders of Facebook memories is starting to pop up photos from times we have had together at the coast. And those things start a domino effect.

Maybe I’m unconsciously looking for these things to haunt me. Kind of like when you buy a particular model of a car only to notice after that EVERYONE seems to have that car too. Or when you are pregnant, you suddenly notice everyone is pregnant too.

Who knows.

All I know is that it keeps happening. And each time it stops me in my tracks, makes me smile while I try to will away the sadness.

Can I blame the pink full moon?

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What do you think?

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