I was returning from an appointment downtown.  As I walked up the street, looking for the car, I thought I saw it and I crossed the street.  I walked up to it, and pushed the unlock button on the key fob.  Nothing happened.  I pushed it again.

It slowly dawned on me that the car was not a silver Corolla Sport, but a silver VW Jetta.  Our car.  Not my car.  The car I had with him.

I pivoted and continued walking.

One day, I will not think of these things anymore.