Visiting Aunt Esther the other day, I noticed a bottle of Old Spice cologne sitting on the windowsill. Aunt Esther has very few knick-knacks in her small room, so this was unusual enough that I asked.
And just as I asked the question, I knew the answer without her voicing it.
“John had just bought a new bottle.”
The rest remained unsaid, and unnecessary. In 1984, Uncle John had just purchased a new bottle of cologne days before he died of a heart attack. She keeps that bottle with her. I would bet that from time to time over the last 29 years she has opened it on occasion to remind her of 33 years of marriage, of happiness and wholeness.
What a beautiful thought, this idea of keeping his scent alive for all these years . . . .