Warning: this might be a little too personal, and I might delete this post later.
Holidays for some reason are very hard for me. I find myself closing up when I should be leaning upon others for help through. It is odd that Easter even with the candy and the religious significance wouldn't be any exception. I did however find some help in an unlikely place this weekend.
Yesterday I helped out with an Easter brunch at the restaurant I have worked at for ages. As I was walking down the hall that leads from the kitchen to the restaurant floor there happened to a a random lull that hardly happens during brunch where there were no guests in the hall and few employees. An older lady came out into the hall as if she was looking for something. I went over to see if I could help. She put her arm around me, walked with me further into the restaurant and talked to me like I was her grandchild. She told me a story in that charming way that only older people can of how when she was my age her family would pack sandwiches and hike to the mouth of AF canyon and picnic. When we came to a cluster of my co-workers she was friendly and conversational with them as well. As she left to go to her table she gave my hand a squeeze and I didn't see her again.
This might sound strange, but guests have done stranger things. I am happy I got to have a positive strange interaction. I don't think I had a sad face on either. She just came over to talk. She didn't even have a plate with her now that I think about it [which would have meant she was going to or from dishing up some brunch].
I didn't get a chance to catch her name and everyone thought that she was my grandmother. Well dear grandmother, you seemed to know what you were doing when you walked up; you may never even see this message or know what it means to me that someone was there to put an arm around me. I didn't even realize I needed help until later that night. Thank you for our lovely conversation. That memory helped me when I was feeling blue. I hope I will be able to do that for someone. Yours truly, your 'granddaughter'
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