I find this very odd. You walk into the office and the t-shirts are right there....long sleeve, short sleeve, even a hoodie.
Which begs the question....Who buys a Douglass County Coroner t-shirt?
I can only imagine the conversation.....Hey, you're heading to the coroner's office? Pick me up a t-shirt, will you?
I had to go by to finish up paperwork and the people were quite nice and very compassionate....
despite the odd t-shirt thing.
I also had to go to Children's Hospital which I thought would be difficult, but it was really very healing. I have decided that Children's will always be a part of our lives....good place, good people.
Driving up to Children's, I realized their was one person who didn't know about Samantha, one very important person....the parking lot attendant.
I was a bit of a panic about this....so much that I considered parking at University Hospital just so I didn't have to tell him.
The parking lot attendant is wonderful. He is older with a lovely smile, kind eyes, broken English and he remembers those who come and go quite a lot. Every time we were in, he would ask;
"Hello Miss, everything okay?"
"Oh, we got admitted last night. I don't have a ticket."
"It's okay. Baby okay?"
"I think she'll be okay."
"Good, good, have a good day Miss."
He would hold a conversation with eights cars behind me. He just wanted to know that we were alright.
I didn't have the heart to tell him about Samantha; especially in the drivers seat with eager parents waiting in line to get out of the lot.
"Hello Miss," he said today glancing into the empty back seat.
I gave him a big smile "Hello, how are you?"
"Good, you okay?"
"I'm okay." And I drove off. My response wasn't a lie or hiding the truth. I just couldn't see that sweet face turn sad....
Especially with a minivan on my tail.