91. A Face In The Door
When I was growing up, my grandparents lived down the street from us and their house was always the gathering place. People came for a cup of coffee every day. On this day, an ambulance went roaring past their house. My dad had suffered some brain injuries a few years prior to this event, but had fully recovered and even gotten sober.
When she saw the ambulance, my grandmother had joked and said something along the lines of “I hope that’s not going to my son’s house.” My uncle was also in the kitchen at the time, probably drinking coffee. My uncle said, “Nah, your son is at the door.” He had seen my Dad looking through the window next to the door.
Earlier that day, I’d come home from work to find my Dad dead on the sofa. He was cold to the touch, but I still called emergency services and tried to resuscitate him in case there was ANY chance that I was wrong. This was the ambulance that had passed my grandparent’s house. Clearly, it was not my dad that my uncle had seen…or was it?