October 31, 2019 I guess when a beloved one dies, we leave some especific places abandoned because hanging at them becomes far too hurtful. At the top of my mind comes a little restaurant my aunt, my mom and I used to frequent on Sundays, back when my uncle was still alive. We don't visit it anymore. My uncle used to meet us at the entrance and drop my aunt out with us. He'd then park his SUV while we were chosing a table, and would finally join us with a grin. Not only do we not eat at that restaurant anymore, but we actively avoid walking around its whereabouts. The restaurant painfully remains the same. Same wall colors, same table arrangement, same waitstaff. And we just can't take the lingering illusion of him, so seemingly prone to come up to us smiling.