Archive | October 12, 2017

The Whole Foods Assist

If you’ve been to Whole Foods, you know the virtuous-looking probably-made-from-recycled-material trays for the hot food bar.  They come in two sizes: normal, of which there aren’t many, and giant, which is the size most of them are.  If you fill them with items from the buffet — although Whole Foods is too snooty to call it that — you would pay about $12 or $18 respectively.  They are brown and feel like corrugated paper, and they stick together.

I was fueling up at lunch today when I saw an old man with a cane trying to pull a tray from the “giant” stack.  These things are thick and heavy and packed together tightly, so he was struggling.  I put down my lunch and went over to help him out.  Just a small thing that one does when one sees someone having trouble.  Took me 10 seconds.  He was grateful, and then I went to stand in line to check out.

Then I almost started to cry.

I used to do 100 things like that a day for my father on the weekends and after a while, I took them for granted.  Aside from task lists that I’ve mentioned before, I would perform small acts that were nothing for me and probably saved him so much time and many reminders of his failing abilities.  Picking something up off the floor he had just dropped, opening a soda bottle, adjusting the thermostat that I’m sure he couldn’t read anymore.  The feeling at Whole Foods brought me back instantly to standing in his old apartment again, as if I’d never left.  As if he’d never left.

Recently I have been feeling more myself, but the thing about losing someone is that you really don’t know when something is going to creep up on you like that.  Over time, it happens less and less.  I guess I am still a long way off.

Recovering is a strange process.  You don’t really ever get back to the place you were, and for wherever it is you are going, it is not a straight line.  It is hard to know how you’re doing too.  I suppose it’s when small things like helping someone out at Whole Foods make you remember, and most of the time, you smile.