You often hear those who have recently lost their partners discussing the emotional turmoil of going through their loved one’s belongings. The scents and textures can evoke such powerful memories. Yet, I didn’t quite experience that. Just days after your passing, I stepped into your closet, hoping to feel your presence, but it was as if you were nowhere to be found.
I pondered why that was. Armed with a large box of tissues, I expected the familiar scent that would connect me to you. But then it dawned on me—you never had a distinct “signature scent.” Unlike my father, who wore cologne, you didn’t indulge in aftershave or have any potent soap fragrance lingering on your skin.
Sure, two decades of changing diapers might have dulled my sense of smell, but I thought I could at least catch a hint of your soap. I stood there, inhaling and exhaling deeply, almost like I was in a yoga class or one of those Lamaze sessions you always mocked. You used to tease me about how I always ended up begging for an epidural during labor. But in this moment of grief, those breathing techniques came in handy.
Once you were gone, that scent—whatever it was—vanished forever. Your wardrobe, predominantly comprised of black mock turtlenecks and button-down shirts, inspired your eager mentees to affectionately call it “The Mark Uniform.” A few months back, you asked if I thought you were stylish. I chuckled and reassured you that your rugged charm was far more appealing than any specific fashion choice.
So, when the time came to sort through your clothes, I took a deep breath and confidently dove in. Just like our kids used to say, “I did it all by myself!” I knew you wouldn’t want anyone else going through your closet. I kept a few items for the boys and then, as you would have said, I “took care of business.”
However, our recent trip to Louisiana was a different story altogether. From the moment I stepped off the plane in New Orleans, it felt like I was walking back into your world. The essence of you was palpable, as thick as the humid air enveloping me.
As we crossed the Bonne Carre Spillway on our way to Baton Rouge, I couldn’t help but notice how the rushing waters mirrored your determination. The entire area was a fascinating blend of power and relaxation—much like you were.
The week was a sensory overload—music, moss-covered trees, delicious food, vibrant accents, and rich colors that filled my heart with nostalgia. The streets near LSU and near your parents’ home reminded me of the countless hours we spent there, back when we thought we had forever ahead of us. Driving around in your car, we were young and free, enjoying life’s simple pleasures.
I moved to Louisiana at just 15, sulking in the backseat of my parents’ car, completely unaware that my Cajun prince awaited me. Little did I know that this was just the beginning. I met you two years later, and even though we left Louisiana right after our wedding, it always remained your home—and, by extension, mine.
On our last day there, I made sure our son experienced the Quarter with some oysters and gumbo, despite the $150 Uber surge fees. Worth every penny. We stopped by the levy to pay our respects to “Old Man River.” I tried to turn it into a history lesson about New Orleans, but it was clear that a 17-year-old boy wasn’t interested in the city’s rich historical significance.
Maybe I’ll revisit that topic in 20 years. After another $75 in Uber fees, we found ourselves waiting at the airport for our flight home. New Orleans is often dubbed “The Big Easy,” and while that may hold true for many, for us, it was a bittersweet homecoming—healing yet heavy. I really could have used that box of tissues from your closet and was grateful for my focused breathing techniques. You may not have had a signature scent, but you certainly left behind a signature place, and it wasn’t easy to navigate.
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In summary, the journey through grief can be a complex tapestry of sensations, memories, and emotions. While the absence of a familiar scent may leave a void, the significance of shared places and experiences can bring comfort and healing.
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