Shalimar.
Posted: January 9, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 8 Comments »I just got back from the funeral home. My neighbors’ 19 year-old-son and his friend died in a car accident over the weekend. It was a full house. Hundreds of people. Though I don’t know her very well, I smile and wave to this woman twice a day and have for almost 7 years.
I waited in line for 20 minutes until I got to her. She hugged me so hard and sobbed on my shoulder. She told me to hold onto my boys. My tears fell.
As I walked away to sign the book I realized that her perfume was lingering with me. And, at least for today, the scent of grief is Shalimar.
ugh……
The one thing I think I could never endure. My tears are falling too. He was my son’s age.
i’m sorry
i’ve often told jeff that if anything happened to him, i would be devastated and it would be awful but that i would recover. if anything happened to my kids, i would lie down in bed and never get up again.
Ditto.
it’s a tragedy when a young life is cut so short. my thoughts are with you and the mom who lost her boy.
i keep thinking about how horrible this is….
Me too, Steakbellie. I can’t stop thinking about it.
There’s a lovely article about this in our small local paper today. http://tinyurl.com/bq8nf