“Yes….” I looked up to see a tall slender woman staring at me curiously. I was sitting with my daughter in the lobby, waiting for the church service to end so I could trade my homemade sourdough bread for farm eggs.
“I thought so!” Her voice warmed. “I used to be your patient before you moved. I sure do miss having you for a doctor. Are you still in that new place?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. It’s been almost seven years now, actually…” I struggled to place her face as I quickly distracted my daughter with a smart phone app. I knew from experience where this was heading.
“Oh.” There was an awkward silence. She took a step back. “Well I am NOT going to drive that far. My friend says she does, but I won’t.”
“I understand,” I told her. “I am not sure I would that far for me…”
I shrugged and smiled as she walked away, even though it stung. Almost every time I am out and about in town something like this happens.
The grocery store.
At a restaurant.
People still remember me, which is remarkable in itself, but I wonder what my kids will take away from these encounters…