Two days ago I stopped by a golf course to check out the reception area a bride is using in two weeks that I've been hired for. When I walked in the receptionist was on the phone and I had to wait for her to finish her conversation. I was taken aback when I realized how much she looked like my friend Julie who died last spring. Same eyes, eyebrows, color hair, similar facial features. She could have been Julie's sister (if she'd had one).
It set me into a spin of sadness.
It's been hard to let go.