Today, on my way to the library, I spotted this: The truck Anne and I owned together, parked in front of the library.
When Anne died, it was given to some friends who had then moved to Oregon.
The truck is easy to spot because it has a license plate cover that reads Serramonte Ford Colma which is in San Francisco.
I went into the library and found the couple and had a brief visit with them.
Sunday, the 26th, is the second anniversary of Anne's death and so I am not terribly surprised that this little reminder came up to haunt me.
Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape your past.