The seeds were planted

I had a nice talk with Mr. Zinszer on Saturday. It was a really beautiful day. He was tending to his yard like he always has over the years. I dropped off a call with Pop and walked over to talk to him. He stopped and came right over to shake my hand. In so many years knowing him, I never saw him show many emotions. Always a pleasant guy who would say “Hey Bobby” as I came back from school/games/college/work. We talked about a lot of things in a short period of time. I really admire him for opening up about his own losses and how it sometimes doesn’t get easier, but we are asked by God to accept it. I’ve always had respect for him, but now it grew into admiration. Admiration for a man who was capable expressing such deep emotions that I can relate to. It was hard to be down and out on such a nice day. It had to be about 75, sunny, blue skies and the perfect day to do just about anything. I looked over at your yard and your plants on the steps. I could envision you coming out, cracking the door and just waving or looking at he and I talk. I kept looking, but only saw the darkness past the door. I was there to pick Lam up to take her down for Dari’s bachelorette party. After he and I wiped our tears and said our goodbyes, we both said we would pray for the other. I came away knowing that you can survive anything in this life. Either survive physically or spiritually, there is survival. I am reflecting on what he said to me, some things I will keep to myself. A special bond, but not the type anyone wants to have in this life. I told him I would like to just go back to Grant Road, circa 1985. Simpler times. Enjoying simple pleasures. Me coming back from a Folcroft EDCO game during the summer and seeing him and Peg on the steps and her doing her “queen wave” and me just saying, “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Zinszer….” As I run into the house to get my spikes off. I can’t believe how quick it went. In a blink, that life was over.

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