Peaches
Well-Known Member
Huh. Wow.
You ever find yourself doing something, or see someone else doing something, that is the spitting image of someone else? For example, if I'm talking with my brother now and again he'll do something just like our father--some gesture, some cadence, something.
I'm drinking a cup of coffee. I had torn of a piece of bread and, without ever thinking about it, dunked it in my coffee. Not even thinking about what I was doing...and I've never been a bread-in-coffee dunker. (Bread in cooking pasta sauce, to be sure.) I realize it doesn't sound like much, but my grandfather used to do that all.the.time. Breakfast every morning for him was coffee with bread dipped in it. Always. Sometimes with a grapefruit half in the summer. No one else in our family does this, I don't ever do it; he's been dead for...9 years? 10 years?, so it's been at least that long since I've seen anyone do it.
Strange. For a second it was like he was right there with me.
You ever find yourself doing something, or see someone else doing something, that is the spitting image of someone else? For example, if I'm talking with my brother now and again he'll do something just like our father--some gesture, some cadence, something.
I'm drinking a cup of coffee. I had torn of a piece of bread and, without ever thinking about it, dunked it in my coffee. Not even thinking about what I was doing...and I've never been a bread-in-coffee dunker. (Bread in cooking pasta sauce, to be sure.) I realize it doesn't sound like much, but my grandfather used to do that all.the.time. Breakfast every morning for him was coffee with bread dipped in it. Always. Sometimes with a grapefruit half in the summer. No one else in our family does this, I don't ever do it; he's been dead for...9 years? 10 years?, so it's been at least that long since I've seen anyone do it.
Strange. For a second it was like he was right there with me.
