You Never Know

 When it's going to hit you.
After work today, one of the interns asked if I could give her a ride to campus (it's only a couple of miles from the Museum.

No problem.  Until we were driving around on campus.  On one hand, so familiar. After all, I've been associated with FSU since 1971 (minus a few years when Bob was in the military).  But so strange - lots of new buildings.  I've only been on campus a couple of times since I retired in December 2014 - 8 years already.

But all the memories came flooding back.  Meeting Bob, being together as undergraduates.  We both worked there for 30 years, and usually ate lunch together.  I could picture us walking down the sidewalks.  She had to go to the Carrothers building, where he used to work.

I was able to keep it together until I dropped her off.  Then I cried most of the way home.  I miss him.