On my late break, I ventured down to grab a soda. The gentleman cleaning the cafe smiled and said, “Hi!” I’ve said “Hi!” and smiled to him on several occasions, but never had a conversation.
Today, he said, it’s been a while since he’d seen me. I told him my shift had changed and I hadn’t ventured down on break as often. In polite small talk, he mentioned that he couldn’t believe the holiday season was here.
I told him that I was having a hard time with the holidays… just not feeling it this year, but that I’d do something for kiddo. I mentioned that the holidays were hard, I’d lost my husband to cancer last year.
He told me that he’d lost both his wife and his son to cancer. His son fought his cancer for 4 years before he lost his battle at age 14. His wife passed away 10 years ago at age 45.
He said, “It gets easier.”
I can’t believe the pain that this poor man has encountered. Losing not only a child, but a spouse to that damn cancer… that damn fucking cancer.
And he still can smile… maybe he’s right that it gets easier…