Alexander and I went to Shoprite 2 or 3 times a week to do our grocery shopping. In the early days of grocery shopping, he’d sleep in the car seat as I went through the aisles. As he got older, the store became a fun, teaching environment.
Sometimes, we’d stop at the in-store Dunkin Donuts and get a smoothie before heading to the produce aisle. As we strolled through the produce, I would point out apples, bananas, oranges, and other foods. He never mastered saying bananas but enjoyed saying apple and pointing them out out to me.
Alexander loved to eat and I usually had to give him a snack on our grocery journeys. As I put stuff in the cart, he would reach for the Nutri Grain bars, a juice box, or perhaps a cheese stick.
At the last minute yesterday, I decided to make a trip to Shoprite and get food for dinner. I was fine until I entered our store. I started bawling as soon as I passed the flowers. I quickly got the few items I planned to buy and left the store. I can only imagine what the other customers must have thought of me as I was walking through the store with tears streaming down my face.
I tried but I just couldn’t stop crying. Alexander and I had some good times together on our visits to Shoprite and the trip just made me miss him that much more.