But, in a way, we did.
There was a Civil War fashion show at the Museum where my booksigning was held. One of the attendees was dressed in a Civil War Catholic Sister’s habit; my friend had worn a very similar costume some years earlier. I never did see her face, she was always just out of my view, or hidden by some foliage. All I could see was the immense white flaps of her headpiece…just like the one my friend had worn.
After my morning booksigning, my husband and I went out to lunch in a small cafe outside Gettysburg. When we walked in, my husband remarked, doesn’t she look like your friend. And sure enough, the lady sitting at the first table, bore quite a resemblance to her.
On Sunday, we drove about an hour from Gettysburg and visited my friend’s grave. I had brought a little pirate ship, encased in a glass box, to put on her grave. We called each other Mateys, and dreamed of adventures we might set sail on……but those adventures were not to be. She left too soon.
I couldn’t leave the pirate ship; the cemetery allowed no plantings or statues.
Maybe that was why she lingered so near all weekend……to let me know she wasn’t in the cemetery, she was around me all the time….sharing the 150th Anniversary and sharing my booksigning….letting me know I need never set solitary sail ……for a Matey will be always near.