Could it really be?

As I came around the corner of the hospital, I almost bumped into him.  He was an older, thinner man.  "Pardon me" he said as I moved aside with a smile and thought about a man who used to say that.  I apologized for our near crash and turned to walk away.  Then he said something.  I didn't hear him clearly because my mind was already spinning.  And I wasn't sure if I just wanted to hear the words so badly that my mind was playing tricks on me.  I spun around, still smiling and said "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing and to wish you luck today"  

I stood there for a minuet, I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.  It was almost like I was staring at my Dad, just in a different body.  His voice was the same. And those beautiful blue eyes.  There was something so comforting about this man.  I wanted so badly to throw my arms around him and give him a great big hug.  Although he probably thought I was crazy because I stood there with a huge smile on my face yet I'm sure he could see I was about to cry.

I thanked him and asked him how he was doing.  "Just fine"  he replied.  I told him I was so glad to hear it and wished him a good day.  He turned and I watched him disappeared around the corner.  I tried to keep myself busy as I waited for the doctor to come in.  Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Foursquare.  The whole time my mind was thinking about one thing.  Just the night before I wished for nothing more than to hear my Dad reassure me that everything would be fine.  I've been worrying about getting sicker and he was always the one who calmed my fears.  Once again, he did just that.