I didn't expect to see The Coach at all this month.
Nor did I expect to be sitting on my bed on a Tuesday afternoon, listening to The Coach sing in my shower.
There isn't a lot in my life that I leave up to chance or to surprise. The last 36 hours have been unique. The guy I wasn't expecting to see became the guy singing in my shower.
He came home for sad reasons. I picked him up at the airport. He flew in to be with his family. He chose to spend a couple of hours with me, too. I enjoyed every second of a nice few hours and I didn't even bother to wish for more; he needed to be with his family.
I wasn't expecting to see him. Under the circumstances of his very short visit, I wouldn't have expected to see him.
I wasn't expecting to see him. I am so grateful that I did.