Nicole came with me for several physical therapy sessions in 2006. This guy was a hoot - he'd tell me to move those hips! Stop walking like a man! My daughter would laugh and often grab my hips like he did and rock them back and forth at home. She said "he is right - move those hips, you walk like Poppa!"
I miss her so much right now. Afterwards I'd get a massage if I was lucky. She was a massage therapist, remember? We also watched Grey's Anatomy and The Practice. I no longer watch either show.
So, fast forward to now - I'm in PT again. We're busy working with the stairs, the bars, teaching me not to run into people (heh) and there he was.
I wave. He does not recognize me. In 2006 I had long red hair - some of you may recall. =) When I open my mouth he remembers me - I'm deaf. =)
I can see he is quite startled at the change in my appearance. No time to talk.
As my therapist and I walked back downstairs I told her I used to be a redhead but now I'm one of the silver ladies. She knew about Nicole.
It is disconcerting to know the last time I saw him for physical therapy Nicole was alive. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me.