He was wearing the old familar jacket that we wished he would throw out for a new one. He had that same sauntering style of walking, and his grin upon his face never changed.
I stopped to asked a lady where he had gone.
"Excuse me ma'am, have you seen where the gentleman who just strolled by here went?" She shook her head and I sat down to rest. Was I just imagining his presence? It had been so long ago and we never reconnected. I though he was dead but here he looked like flesh and blood to me.
"Oh well," I thought standing up. I reached for my car keys and there he was in front of me.
"Is it you?" I asked sitting back down.
"I think it is," he answered.
"I missed you so much."
"And so have I. Take care I have to go now."
Away he strode fading into the crowd.
That was the last time I saw my father. - A Nation ©