for the "Wednesday Night Meal Club"...

I had lunch today at a local Chinese "buffet" style restaurant. The name escapes me. There's so many of them now days. This one has been here for quite a few years... I used to take my mom there alot. Especially in the later months, 'Cause it was the one place where I knew she would eat well... or at least eat more.

 

I went there a couple of times immediately following her death. Both times with friends. The second time we went, the gentleman working the register asked about "the little lady" I always had with me. I explained to him that she had passed away. A sad look came over his face as he motioned for one of the ladies that always waited on us. They proceeded to tell me how they would always notice our routine... how, once they seated us, I would always go get my mom a plate of cold items from the salad bar. (and) then go get two hot plates full of food for the both of us.

 

I had never thought of it that way before. But we did have a "routine" whenever we ate there. The kindness in their voices was so sweet... I had a really hard time going back there after that. I would drive by from time to time, and I would think about it. But my car would always keep going.

 

A few weeks ago. I was visiting with a friend at work about various restaurants in the area. During the course of this conversation, he mentions this place and we start talking about it. Nothing specific, very casual, day to day kind of talk.

 

Shortly after this, I made my first visit back for lunch. Today was my second...

I did go back and thank my friend. I'm not so sure the sentiment came across just right. I sometimes have a habit of stumbling awkwardly with my words. But I was grateful... a hurdle had been jumped.

Done