Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, we were indeed waiting our turn.
I glanced up to see a ghost from my past, whom I hadn’t seen since making the final arrangements for my mother and father so many years ago.
My son was oblivious to the man’s presence and was engrossed in a story about the recreational upgrades for Indian Land in Wednesday’s copy of The Lancaster News.
I nudged my boy and asked, “Hey, you know who that fella is?”