Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Clean Up On Isle 5

I followed a man in the grocery store the other day for 20 minutes. It was innocent at first-a curiosity. But then it became a need-a need to be closer, a need to prolong our time together. As he walked slowly down the isles I quietly followed pretending to look at tomato sauces, salad dressings and olives that I had no intention of buying.

I don't think he noticed me and if he did he probably shrugged it off-after all, people usually shop methodically either from the produce to the the frozen food or vise verse-for all he knew we just happened to have the same habits.

But we didn't. In fact, his haphazard weaving through isles was completely unorganized and quite frankly, uncomfortable. But I had to keep going, I couldn't stop.

He smelled just like my Papa.

12 comments:

Star8278 said...

I would have done the very same thing if I ran into someone that reminded me of my Pop-Pop. I have often found myself smiling at quiet old men sitting in mcdonald's reading the paper, just like he did. =)

Brian in Mpls said...

Or smell like their perfume or cigars

silverneurotic said...

Very understandable.

It's funny the things you do when something like that reminds you of a loved one, I could see myself doing the same thing if I saw someone that reminded me of my grandmother.

Colette, aka Lil Sis said...

I had a similar experience only with a dream. I dreamt that I saw my grandma sleeping in an old school carriage, and I was speaking to her in French begging her to wake up. Then she finally opened her eyes at me and smiled and that's when I woke up.

I forced myself back to sleep hoping that the dream would continue but it didnt. I could smell her in my dream. Crazy how the thought or scent of a loved one we miss impacts us so much.

I would have done the same.

Desert Songbird said...

Aww, how sweet. I see lots of little old men shuffling by who remind me of my Daddy. He's been gone a loooooong time, so I don't remember how my Daddy smelled, but I remember that shuffle.

Bond said...

Did you follow him home?

Mags said...

It is amazing that smells can just pull you back to a person or place...

No, I didn't follow him home.

Melisa said...

I've had similar experiences. I have "seen" my grandmother (who died when I was 11) on several occasions. Although I always know it's not her, the familiarity takes hold and the staring begins!

Clancy Passey said...

That is so great. Smells have a magical way of transcending time. Fresh cut grass takes me back to being a little kid chasing my mom while she mowed paths for us in the lawn.

Mo said...

I found some lavender hand lotion when cleaning out my beside table to move - and just put some on last night... while not my grandmother, it was the EXACT fragrance of a dear friend of mine from Ohio... yes, all the memories came flooding back.

Oh, and so you're a stalker now?

FRIGGA said...

That's sweet. In a slightly stalkerish way, but still sweet. Now, I've never met my Grandfathers, they all died before I was born. But when I see elderly woman who are struggling with one thing or another at the grocery store I always stop to help. I can't help it. I remember how much trouble my Grandma had with shopping in her last few years and I can't stand the thought of not having someone to help out.

Danielle A. said...

This is a really neat thing that happened to you. It's amazing how a smell, a song, a taste can put you back to a comfortable, happy place.

That said: at least it was the grocery store and not like, Kohl's or something. You would have had to have been way more stealth than that. ;)