Ken

When I was younger my Mother and two Aunties all worked as barmaids and cooks in the same pub in the town we live in, for many years the pub was run by a couple called Ken and Doreen, I took a particular shine to Ken, I found him to be a very kind, caring and loving character, as was his wife but there was something extra special about Ken.

He was a tall, slim guy with dark hair which he was losing gradually, he had a really defined face and his voice was really deep and gruff, he always rushed around, his walk was almost a run he moved so quickly.

Ken and Doreen stopped running pubs and we saw them round town occasionally, I heard from family members that he had been ill with cancer but when he died a few months later nobody told me, I found out weeks after his funeral. I was gutted and annoyed that no one had told me; I thought about him often, I really felt like I had lost someone really close to me, even though I hadn't seen him in so long.

A few weeks ago my boyfriend came to my town to visit, I was showing him round, it was a nice sunny day and we were walking down a street towards the bookshop and I passed a guy who looked and walked just like Ken, he had the same face and hair, I was gob smacked by the similarities, but when he looked at me and spoke I was adamant it was him, he said "Hello, you alright?" I said yes and asked him the same to which he replied yes also and we carried on in our opposite directions.

I was so bowled over that I stopped and asked my boyfriend if he had seen Ken and he had.

I called my Auntie and told her she must have got it wrong when she said he had died because I had just been talking to him, she informed me that she had attended his funeral.

I haven't stopped thinking about what happened that day, no matter how logically I think about it I can't get away from the fact that it looked so much like him and the voice was exactly the same.

It was him I'm sure of it.

Opinions welcome.