Sunday, September 4, 2011
Postscript from Costco
When I told my sister, she confirmed that this was happening to her as well. We figured it was Dad's way of saying that he was alright and we shouldn't be sad anymore. It hasn't happened in a long time. Except for the few hours I was at Costco.
There he was - a man who looked just like my Dad. And even more creepier, he kept staring at me. Everywhere I went, I would see him inside the store, and we're talking about a big store. I wonder what the message is this time?