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Something wonderful happened. I thought about the future, not the near future, the distant. Not just thought about it, but dreamt about it and felt it. It was the first time that i can remember that i thought about being old. I've always taken for granted that my depression would get the better of me, but not this time. I thought about getting old, and not about death, about being settled and happy. I wondered what i would have done at that point, what kind of wild life i would have had. I pictured myself on a farm somewhere with Lee. Him so peaceful, and me so happy. And the whole scene so quiet. I was on my bike with my sis choking back the tears. It was one of the happiest moments i can remember.
Later we went to Kensington, i saw the owner of 668 in his car with his son, and he actually recognized me and said "hello"!! I've been going to his restaurant for years, a delicious Buddist restaurant. The hot and sour soup is the best food i've ever eaten (hands down). Never even the faintest hint of a smile, or acknowledgement of recognition.
It was a special day.
Later we went to Kensington, i saw the owner of 668 in his car with his son, and he actually recognized me and said "hello"!! I've been going to his restaurant for years, a delicious Buddist restaurant. The hot and sour soup is the best food i've ever eaten (hands down). Never even the faintest hint of a smile, or acknowledgement of recognition.
It was a special day.