Deja Vu

I always thought there was a connection between Karen and Sonni. There were so many instances where I couldn’t tell them apart if my eyes were shut.

I have a story to share that I was going to include in Sonni’s eulogy … I actually took it out in the interest of time. But it illustrates precisely what I mean.

Way back when, before Karen and I were going together, we were friends. I would often drop in and have a cup of tea with her and we shared our daily lives and dreams together.

At the time, I was dating a nice Irish girl. I remember it well. After a movie in mid-November, we stopped at Dairy Queen for a Frosty. I innocently asked her what she wanted for Christmas. With dreamy eyes, she said “I would like you to come to Ireland with me and meet my parents.”

Ahhhh. Not the answer I was expecting.

The very next morning, I called Karen and told her I had to talk to her … in person. So I went over to her house with a deer in the headlights look Sunday morning and re-enacted the scene in Dairy Queen. She started laughing hysterically, out loud, belly laughs, tears forming laughing.

Ahhhh. Not the answer I was expecting. I needed impartial advice and she thought she was at a guest at a comedy club.

After regaining her composure — and still with intervals of laughter — she asked me if I liked Nora. Sure, I told her, but I didn’t love her and certainly didn’t want to make that kind of a commitment at 18!

Then, she said, you have to tell her that, another burst of laughter emerging.

It was hard to do, but that’s what I told Nora. I don’t remember too many dates with her after that.

Fast forward about 45 years. By this time, I was a widower and had just started blogging. One day — out of the blue — I received an e-mail from a divorcee stroking my ego about how “wonderful” and “sensitive” I was and how she wished she could meet someone like me. She then proceeded to chronicle her life and how lonely she was. And she wrapped it up by asking if maybe, just maybe, we could meet for coffee.

I thought I was at a dating site.

I didn’t immediately respond. I did, however, forward the e-mail to Sonni with the caption, What am I supposed to do with this? I’ll stop over for some advice.

I get the door with a deer in the headlights look and she greets me laughing … yes laughing. Before she could give me any advice, she had to get the laughing hysterically, out loud, belly laughs, tears forming laughing out of her system.

Ahhhh. Not the answer I was expecting. I needed impartial advice and she thought she was at a guest at a comedy club.

Finally, with some more laughs, she asked me if I was interested in dating. No, I said, I hadn’t even thought about it. So, she told me not to do anything. But, she added, “It sure sounds like you attracted somebody’s attention.”

When we were finally able to move to another topic, it hit me. The situations were so similar. My reaction was sheer panic both times. And the response from the women not yet in my life were identical.

I think they were secretly sisters … at least in spirit.

THOUGHT  TO REMEMBER: God may not open a lot of doors, but trust He will open the right door.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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