…on, I find I still have moments where I miss Baubles the Cat. They seem to happen at the most unexpected times, like when I’m on the train, thinking about nothing in particular. Or Paco chews my hand playfully and I think, “Baubles would have drawn blood…”
Other people, particularly old women, make me miss Mama. I find myself wondering what she would have said in response to certain things that have happened lately. It’s still strange to realise that she won’t be around for any future family celebrations or events.
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I find encounters with old women make me feel funny inside.
At work, old ladies seem to like to tell me about their sore feet and their diabetes, their grandkids and their messed up lives, and I can’t help but smile because it sounds so familiar.
:sigh:
I miss my father every time I smell pipe smoke. I suppose it’s a good thing that very few people smoke pipes anymore.
It’s interesting what set memories off. The smell of rain on hot asphalt reminds me of my primary school days.
Sometimes it’s just an expression on someone’s face.