A funny thing.....

After writing about my dad and going to the movies with him, it reminded me of a funny thing that happened last summer.

My daughter was in a play, The Wizard of Oz, and my husband, son and I had tickets to see it. The theater was full…or almost full, except for the seat next to me. My son and I were chatting and he suddenly blurted out, “Mr. Scholz.” That was my dads name, my maiden name. I don’t even know what my son was talking about…the theater was humming with noise, but the end part of his sentence was definitely, Mr. Scholz. My son was fourteen at the time, not a child that would be chit-chatting away, kicking his heels on the seat, waiting for the show to begin.

It was the weirdest thing. He doesn’t recall even saying it.

The moment I heard my dads name, I had an overwhelming sensation that my dad was in the seat next to me, the one and only empty seat in the ENTIRE theater. He’d come to see his granddaughter perform.