
My auntie who raised me passed away last March the night before my hiring interview. I miss her terribly. She was the person I called to discuss everything from family gossip to philosophy.
The other day I picked up a 400g block of savon de marseilles. If you've never seen one of these, it is olive green and contains 72% pure virgin olive oil. Why am I talking about soap, you ask? My auntie always used to tell me about the green soap from France that she loved so much as a child she used to break off pieces of it and nibble on it in secret.
Ten years ago, I stopped in to visit my auntie on my way home from a shopping trip. I had purchased a block of savon de marseilles and pulled it out of my bag to show her. I turned my back for a second to pour a cup of coffee, when I looked back a corner was broken off and my 75 year old auntie looked up at me with a guilty look on her face.
I had completely forgotten all this until I picked up this block of soap the other day.
Sometimes things can bring people back for a moment.


