Touched in the Right Spot

I haven't blogged for awhile. It's not been out of my mind just had so many other things on my mind.
Just got back from vacation yesterday. You know that bitter sweet feeling...love to be on vacation/love to be home. Got some rest, back to everyday stress. Made it home in good time ,unpacked , kissed the grand kids but no groceries in the house. So off to whitespot for dinner even though staying home sounded allot more relaxing. So the Spot was empty and we ,the three of us had a table in the corner to ourselves. No stress ,lost in our own thoughts , devacationizing...or so I thought. Along comes a single lady, hobbling with a cane, with thick glasses but the hugest smile. It will just be me today , Dads in the hospital she exclaims to the waitress. The waitress looked relieved as she then spent the rest of the evening of attention on me. And though my thoughts were already full, and not entirely kind hearted, we bantered about her life. Starting back to her first bird that she had when she was 2 years old. Did you know that male cockatoos talk but females don't? Throughout her conversation she missed her 83 year old Dad, in the hospital with pneumonia. Maybe that was why she caught my attention. She missed her Dad and so do I. Maybe it was compassion on my part. And before she left she ordered a personal blueberry pie for her Dad. That was his favourite , convinced that this would restore his appetite.You have a lump in your throat yet? I still do, it's kinda hard to swallow. We tacked her bill on to ours and wished her a good visit. I miss my Dad, yup I think you never outgrow that. Maybe I didn't make a difference in her life, but she sure made one in mine