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Would You Read On?
My husband was dead and I wasn’t and I hated eating alone.
Yet here I stood, a party of one, at the door to the Ebb Tide Diner. With Exxon pumps out front and the motto “Eat Here and Get Gas” you didn’t expect fancy; it was the home-style cooking that kept this Cape Cod place packed.
After a move from the Boston area to the Upper Cape town of Sandwich, my husband Nate and I had eaten here often when our kids were young. But it didn’t become our Friday date-night standby until they were grown and gone. I hadn’t been back since Nate died, over 18 months ago. It was the beginning of a new year; I needed to deal with some things; and coming back here, alone, was one of those things.
Silly as it sounds, I had my hair done for the occasion, covering the gray dulling my natural nutmeg color and adding some golden highlights. I even wore the green sweater set and dangly silver earrings Nate had given me. I guess I did it for the same reason I spent time looking out over the ocean instead of the cemetery: I knew Nate would like it.
The word “pathetic” chided my resolve. I recovered fast and scolded myself: “Keep moving, McGee; self-pity is not on the menu.”
The place was crazy-busy as usual. The smell of pot roast and fried clams awakened tasty memories. A fast-walking waitress, plates running up her arms, slowed down long enough to tip her chin in the direction of the last vacant table—the one Nate and I had called “our table.” Sitting there wouldn’t make my first trip back any easier.
Leaning on my elbows, I clasped my hands under my chin and stared across the table at the empty chair. Summoning the image of Nate and me in times gone by brought a smile instead of tears, comfort not sadness. Grief was turning, I could feel it.Now this isn’t so bad, I thought.
Last weeks entry was offered by Sharon Kopf. You can find Sharyn on Facebook, or by visiting her website, sharynkopf.com (geared toward her freelance article writing) and her blog, sharynkopf.blogspot.com (which focuses on her single-over-40 nonfiction work).