Monday, August 09, 2010

I miss

His smell.

The warm earthy scent of him.

I hold his hat over my nose in an effort to catch a whiff of him, and I can still detect the odor of his sweat, but it's faint, and slightly stale. Not bad, just cold, lacking the warmth of his scalp to reignite it's strength.

Of all the stupid things....

I miss the way he smelled.

1 Comments:

At April 11, 2011 8:58 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

No, it is NOT stupid. Smell is such a deep tie, one of the things that most evokes memories. A spouse who sleeps alone with the last clothes worn by the loved one, is neither pathetique, crazy, nor laughable, just someone holding on to the the last essence of their beloved. Why should a mother be different. I don't know how YOU feel, only that I imagine somewhat how horrible it must be, as I think how I would feel, and I am sorry for anyone enduring such loss. I know you a little in FL

 

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