Remember the picture I told you about? It was a picture of Jerry, myself, his sister Linda and her date, Skip. It was taken the night we met at The Traveling Fox. Jerry has kept this picture in his wallet for 33 years. Linda mentioned the picture a couple of weeks ago when they visited as she also has a copy. Jerry very proudly told her that he still had his copy in his wallet.
Saturday I looked through his wallet and I swear the picture was in there (although I'm beginning to wonder if I'm losing my mind). Then Monday morning after the cats woke me at 4am, something told me to go into the bedroom and look at the wallet again. The day before (Sunday) I had told the funeral director that we were going to bury Jerry's wallet with him as he had always carried his wallet (and those pictures) even when he didn't have a dollar to put in it. When I went through the wallet the picture was gone. All the other pictures were there including my wallet sized high-school graduation picture.
Then I began to worry about the picture. What had happened to it? Did I just imagine that the picture was in there Saturday? Did he get mad and tear it up and I didn't know about it? Tuesday morning I was woken at 3:58 am when my tv snapped on.
Everything seemed pretty normal yesterday, but this morning something kept niggling at me, telling me that I needed to spend the day looking through my family picture albums. Now, that wasn't what I had planned. I needed to write my credit card company to see about a Jumpcon refund among other things. But for some reason I couldn't get the albums out of my head.
I couldn't get rid of the thought that maybe Jerry somehow knew we were going to put his wallet with him and he wanted me to keep the picture. Somehow I knew I would find it if I kept looking.
( Gotta love a man with a checked suit )