“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile. Some leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.” quote by Flavia
Rick appeared without fanfare during an extremely stressful and busy season at the pub. I knew, the moment I laid eyes on him, he would leave his mark on me. I hadn’t had a day off in weeks, rarely stopping long enough to eat a decent lunch, and working late into the night before falling into bed to toss and turn until the all-too-early alarm the following morning.
Suddenly with a sense of joyful anticipation, I found myself leaving work in the middle of the afternoon, headed with Rick to Rocky Mountain Joe’s Café. Most days – the lunch crowd already departed – we had the place to ourselves. Early spring snow drifted lazily past the windows as we drank our chamomile tea, and Rick introduced me to peanut butter and honey sandwiches. He talked to me about his journey, his dreams and questioned me about my path and what it meant to me. For those hours, on those days, Rick enticed me into his world and gave me respite from my own.
Two months later, he was gone – a vagabond bound for horizons beyond my scope in his road-warrior Volkswagon bus.
I can’t quite bring myself to eat a PBH without him.