One of the awesome things about my friend Lisa is that she calls me every time something reminds her of me. This has been especially meaningful since she’s been living in Colorado for the past few years and I don’t get to see her very often. Even if it’s just a song I like that’s playing in the supermarket, she’ll call and sing it on my voice mail.
Today’s phone call was because she saw someone that reminded her of me.
“I was in Whole Foods,” she began. “This lady was walking past me and I was like, ‘Erin Kelly!'”
I’m sitting in my car, having just left the cemetery, and imagining my Colorado doppelganger walking past Lisa, looking fantastic with a slew of sycophants in her wake. Hopefully she wasn’t dripping in sweat and sun tan oil with her hair pulled back in a moist bun like I was at that moment.
Lisa went on to extrapolate. “She walked just like you! You know the pouty way you used to walk in high school when you were upset and wanted someone to follow you?”
“Lisa, I still walk like that,” I admitted.
She laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
I came home from my cemetery run and relayed the phone call to Henry.
“I know that walk quite well,” he mumbled with a frown.
One week and three days until Lisa and her husband Matt move back to Pittsburgh!