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Dec. 3rd, 2004

They say that smells trigger the most memories. I believe that.

I had the out-of-the-bluest trigger this morning while waiting for my flustered coffee shop owner filled breakfast orders and fixed me a non-fat vanilla latte.

The people seated at the table by me were eating...breakfast - go figure it was 7:45a.m.
I started smelling something I hadn't smelled (or noticed) in years. That distinct smell of ketchup and eggs. That probably sounds funny but it was very strong.
The person I instantly thought of was my brother, who(m?) is rarely if ever is mentioned here in my live journal. Man, I was almost overcome with emotions as thoughts of him tumbled over themselves to be, well, remembered. It being the holidays makes his gone "missing" come into even sharper focus. I think he's part of the reason I hate the holidays so much. *gack* I'm getting all tight in my throat again I better stop.

I love you Ricky! I wish you'd come home, even for a little while.

Okay. Really!!! Enough of all that!

Oh Friday, how I love you so! We shall celebrate your arrival with two days of un-work-like stuff. Wheee!

carry on


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Dec. 3rd, 2004 12:26 pm (UTC)
No being melancholy..just think of me trying to stuff JC in a box!
Dec. 3rd, 2004 06:54 pm (UTC)
There shouldn't be any sparkly dance boy abuse! You should keep him down there. He won't like it up here, it's too wet and cold. :o)
Dec. 3rd, 2004 07:12 pm (UTC)
*laugh* well what do you think it's like down here? How about wet and cold?
Dec. 3rd, 2004 05:51 pm (UTC)

My late sister's birthday would be Sunday. I'll be spending it with my parents - which is, oddly enough, a coincidence, but a serendipitous one.

As far as I know, no one in my family puts ketchup on eggs. Peanut butter with mayonnaise on a sandwich, on the other hand....
Dec. 3rd, 2004 06:49 pm (UTC)
*hugs to you too*

Peanut butter and mayonaise, eh? :o)
Thanks for commenting, it means a lot.
Dec. 3rd, 2004 10:57 pm (UTC)
Whenever you mention your brother I think of that photo of your family, that one that's all autumn afternoon sunshine and dizzy craziness. It's honestly one of the most evocative and charming photographs I've ever seen. *snug*

Also, ketchup on scrambled eggs is good. *g*
Dec. 5th, 2004 04:34 pm (UTC)
That picture can be hard to look at sometimes yet I'd never give it up for the world.
*sigh* Happier times.

"What's the matter with you? You queer for eggs or something?"

Thanks sweetie ::hugs::
Dec. 5th, 2004 09:11 pm (UTC)
You're right about memory and senses being tied. Every time I smell cinnamon gum, I think of my dad. :)
Dec. 5th, 2004 09:25 pm (UTC)
Memories are powerful things aren't they?
I hope the cinnamon gum triggers happy memories sweet pea.
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