During his stay, I remember how much he loved to eat everything with blue cheese. I did not care for the taste or the smell. Truth be told - I thought it was the most disgusting thing I ever smelled in my entire life. The smell travelled to every room of the house. I would run through the kitchen to get away from where it smelled the worst. We never had it before he came to stay with us and we haven't had it since. He stayed with us for a few weeks before taking his blue cheese and heading out to what we hoped would be a brighter future.
Today, whenever I smell blue cheese in someone's kitchen or grab a whiff of it in a restaurant, I am taken aback by the smell and then the memories come back to me. I wonder where my cousin wound up when he left that day. (I don't know where he is now). I think of how my parents put themselves in his shoes and decided to lend a helping hand and a caring heart. I remember how they drove him into the city to job interviews. They gave him some money, provided him with shelter and food and always included him in our family activities.
|Remembe(red) is a memoir meme. This week’s prompt: think of a sound or a smell the reminds you of something from your past and write a post about that memory. Don’t forget to incorporate the sound/smell of your choosing! Constructive comments/suggestions encouraged. |