# 01 of published stories
GRIEF DIGEST magazine
July 2010, Volume 8 No. 1
A Centering Corporation
CRYING OVER SPILLED SHAMPOO
A few short months after the death of my son, Luke, I was showering with anticipation of washing my hair with a new coconut-scented shampoo that I had just purchased a few days earlier. I lifted the bottle and let the shampoo spill into my hands. As I closed my eyes the scent pulled me back in time, to the beach, and to the unexpected memory of coconut oil.... back to a time of Luke's childhood.
The scent of that shampoo overflowed into all of my senses. For just a moment I was back on the beach rubbing coconut oil on my little boy, and he doing the same for me. I could see his beautiful dark skin, feel the warmth of his tiny hands, hear his familiar voice, smell the wonderful scent of coconut oil, and once again I could taste the salty ocean.
I opened my eyes and in an instant I was drawn back into reality. it was then that I realized that the dark skin that I saw was only the back of my eyelids, the hands that I felt were my own, the voice that I heard was the sound of the water trickling on my head from the shower, the smell of coconut oil was my new shampoo, and the salty ocean was simply the taste of my very own tears.