It was bitterly cold, snowing, and a Saturday. I was cuddled up by the fireplace recovering from an emotional day since my daughter had just returned to college after the holiday break. Earlier that afternoon, my husband and I met up with her at her dorm to help her move back in while also delivering a few groceries.
After getting her settled, we invited her boyfriend and her roommate to join us for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. We know her boyfriend well but wanted the opportunity to get to know her roommate better. I’m fortunate to have a close relationship with my daughter, and I see her often, but I’m still left with a sense of sadness every time she returns to school because I know, in all likelihood, she has moved out of our home permanently.
It was around 8:00 p.m. when my husband received a call from Jason, a friend of his since childhood.
“He’s at The House of Blues for a show; a tribute to Pink Floyd.”
I rolled my eyes but could tell from the arch in my husband’s brow that he wanted me to join him. I just wasn’t feeling it.
“Come on, it will lift your spirits,” he said.
I don’t know how he does it, but the next thing I knew, I was in the car heading downtown.
Jason is more of a ‘mysterious’ friend to me. I don’t know much about him except that he wants to get away from everything and everyone in his past. He moves around a lot, and he’s not interested in settling down and having kids; it’s just not in the cards for him. When Jason was a teenager, he discovered his father in the bathroom after he had committed suicide.
We moved up closer to the stage with Jason and his friend. When the musicians started to play the song Wish You Were Here, I reached for my husband’s hand. The song is about coping and detachment; loss and longing for a return to something like home. It triggered my emotions; tears streamed down Jason’s face.
My husband pulled me closer and I rested my head on his shoulder. He nestled his chin close to my ear and kissed my forehead. Nothing existed for a few moments except the warmth between us. The song ended and I looked up at his glistening eyes, and then I looked at Jason.
I told him I was glad I was there.
And a moment in my life was captured at its very best.