We were looking at a map. A fellow came up to us and asked us if we needed help. The more he spoke to Husband with directions…the less I could hear him. I just kept looking at him.
When he came around the street map and was talking with me I said “Do you care if I take a picture with you? I want to show my brothers and sisters. You look like my dad.” I don’t know why I thought it. The more I looked at him, the more I thought so. If dad would have let his hair grow thick and he had lived long enough for it to turn all white. I kept looking. Maybe it was the idea that if dad had lived long enough he would have been like this man.
He smiled and pulled his head back in surprise. I pulled my head back when he pulled his head back. What had I said! I quickly wondered if I had said something hurtful.
He laughed and said “I thought you said ‘I look like your God'”.
I said “well, I guess I don’t really know, maybe you do look like my God”.
He said “well I talk to Him often enough”. He put his arm around me and smiled.
I did too.
This is John, not my dad.
He carried a golf club as he walked.
Who knows. Maybe he does look like my God.
Even if he doesn’t.
I like the way he looks.