Shortly after Andrew
died, I am not sure exactly when, John and I decided to go out to dinner. I had
recently read a review about a restaurant in West Chester. I guess it should have
occurred to us that traveling to Andrew’s college town might be provocative but
it never did, not to either of us on a conscious level.
As I type, I remember
it was dark as we began our trip and that means it was probably late fall of
the year Andrew died. We drove without speaking much at first. West Chester is
about 20 miles from our home and we headed out our usual route to the college.
As we got closer, we were trying to figure out just where this restaurant was.
We were using the GPS system built into my car. John was driving per usual.
I hate to drive and he likes to. The GPS
directions were not making a lot of sense to us and we were unsure of where we
were. As we drove around, in what seemed like circles, I spied Andrew’s first
dorm arise out of the darkness. Both of us realized it at the same time as I
called it out to John and he nodded slowly in agreement.
We were still unsure of
how to get to the restaurant and were getting more agitated as we rolled around
the poorly lit suburbs of West Chester. Next, we landed at Andrew’s last dorm
and we both began to share our agitation.
I said, “What are we
doing, why are we here?” and then I started to cry. John shared his near horror
at the power of our unconscious nee to
search for Andrew under the guise of searching for this restaurant whose name I
cannot now remember.
No comments:
Post a Comment