Strange how clothing can resurrect memories. When I saw a man walk into a restaurant wearing suspenders, I envisioned my step dad. He loved his suspenders and wore them even with his undershirts when he was in the house. He was not heavy and did not require suspenders to hold up his pants. Just something he liked.
When he was older and suffering from forgetfulness, he would shuffle along and slowly navigate a shopping cart up and down the aisles of Aldi's, carefully selecting the best bargains.
Mom, wiry and impulsive, was always wishing he'd hurry up. Pops wished she'd go wait in my car, which she often did, as I was their transportation. I had to listen to her impatient prattling.
"He's so slow. I could have it all in the cart and packed up by now!"
I'd say, "Leave him alone. He loves this."
She'd say, "I'm going in there and tell him to come on!"
I'd ask, "Why? It will only frustrate him. Calm down."
Then we'd chat until she thought again about how pokey he was. I'd say, "What good is it going to do to go in there and frustrate him?"
She'd agree. We'd belly ache or brag some more about my kids and grandkids.
There's a brand new Aldi's grocery store being built in our neighborhood. So many reminders...so many wonderful blessed memories. Today I am missing my parents. This morning I wanted to pick up the phone and call my mom. Does that ever happen to you?