On Friday morning, Mr. X and I started out on a road trip together.
I am not sure what I was thinking when I planned this trip.
A Friday morning.
Muggy humid August.
Slightly early in the morning.
Near the death anniversary.
The eeriness started early.
My stomach started to turn.
Mr. X told me he had put some bananas near my purse to eat in the car.
My excitement started to melt away.
Panic set in. My smile disappeared.
Mr. X asked me what was wrong.
"No bananas in the car please."
"Because why? You hate the smell? We can't throw away the peel right away? What?"
It took me a few minutes but I simply stated "Too similar."
Two years ago, I ate my banana in the car about fifteen minutes before the accident.
Roger never got to eat his banana. It was in my bag.
I did not want Mr. X to miss his.
The similarities of the day kept going.
Getting the cats ready.
Division of chores.
Mr. X packing the car.
Mr. X driving.
Making fun of my music.
Cars getting close.
I had to remind myself of the differences.
We were not flying.
We were not driving the same roads.
We were not going to the same destination.
Mr. X is not Roger.
Sigh... fifteen more days of August.