Twice today people asked about Dave. They didn’t know Dave. They certainly didn’t know he had died. Awkward. I never know what to say because inevitably it makes people feel bad. And I don’t want anyone to feel bad. But saying nothing would be weird too.
The first time was at the hairdresser. She is a very direct sort of person.
H: Where does your husband get his hair cut?
Me: Ummm. (Do I say it? What to do.) Well, uh, my husband died.
H: Oh. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. You never said anything.
(Unavoidably awkward moment.)
H: What happened?
Me: He had colon cancer.
H: Did he like meat?
Me: Uh…yea…I guess so.
The second time was when the car service department called me to let me know the car was ready to be picked up.
Service Guy: Can I speak to Dave Tremaine?
Me: Uh..this is his wife. (Am I still his wife? I mean technically I guess I am not?)
Service Guy: I am calling to let him know that his car is ready.
Me: Actually…um…you need to change the name in your computer because…um…Dave died and…um…it needs to be in my name. And I’ll be there to pick it up later this afternoon.
Cringe inducing, right? For everyone involved.