F-18 & F-19

Sometime earlier this year I saw a concert announcement I was interested in. John Sebastian was a singer songwriter from the 60′s who I was always a big fan of and he was performing in my neighborhood at the Lancaster Opera House in November 2. Since it was about a 5 minute walk from our house, I asked Coleen to run over and get us tickets the next day.

Coleen called me from the Opera House that day. She was in the theater with the ticket clerk walking around looking at potential seats. They were trying to pick out the very best seats they could for that show and Coleen called to see if I had a preference. Leave it to her to get as much information, including a private tour, before making her decision. I said that I trusted her judgement and get something as close as possible. She bought F-18 and F-19 on the floor and seemed pretty happy with her choice and we were looking forward to the concert.

Well, Coleen didn’t get to November 2, you know. After her funeral service, I was talking to my old friend Mark who lives about 90 miles down I-90 from Buffalo. We were talking, as we frequently do, about seeing more of each other. I remembered about those John Sebastian tickets and asked him if he would like to come up for that. I was going to have an extra ticket.

He did come and that show was yesterday and we had a good time. Had a few beers before, saw the concert, met John Sebastian afterwards for an autograph, grabbed a sandwich and beer afterward.

During the show, even before during the day, I thought of Coleen. How could I not think of her? This was our kind of event. Custom made for Rob and Coleen. She would have loved it, singing along with the songs, smiling, observing, commenting on things I would have missed. Just being in that little theater with about 300 others, she would have lit up the place. At least to me she would have. I kept closing my eyes, thinking of her, trying not to cry. Thinking of her being in there just a few months earlier, trying on the seats so see which ones were going to be the best for us.

She did a great job. F-18 and F-19 were nearly perfect.

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