I went to the Petco to get Iggy some food. I parked next to a car that I didn’t realize was occupied — by YOU! I swear. I looked at the driver and almost passed out. He looked like you did in your 40s. I didn’t want to stare and have him turn around and see me looking. He was on his cell phone. As he got out of the car, I could hear his voice. That’s when the illusion was broken. It wasn’t your voice. Not even close.
I went to Weis after that to pick up mom’s prescriptions. While I was there I thought I might as well get some meds for my allergies. I showed my ID and the woman behind the counter asked if I was married to Dan Chaffee. I told her Dan had been my brother. She had heard your name from Borough Council years ago. Then she asked “Had?” I explained that you killed yourself four years ago. She said that didn’t sound like the Dan she knew. Funny. It didn’t sound like the Dan I knew either.
I love and miss you, bro.