So I began growing a beard. I started on my father’s birthday September 19th. I am planning on shaving it off on the anniversary of his death on November 25. Growing a beard was done for a few reasons.
- My wife and kids said I couldn’t do it.
- I’ve never grown a full beard ever.
- My father always had a beard and I wanted to see if I’d look like him if I grew one.
A few days ago, I dug out my father’s old beard brush. I figured it’d be a good idea to keep my facial hair tamed. As I ran the brush through my beard, something odd happened. I could smell my father on it.
My dad never wore cologne or aftershave. The memories I do have of his beard were the smells of beer and stale cigarettes. But on his beard brush was something that took me completely by surprise. I could smell the brand of hair spray he used- 17 years later. A sweet smell, not at all what I expected to remember about my father.
Happy memories poured into my mind. Such as my father’s smile behind his beard. The way he combed his hair. The suit he wore to work. The jogging pants he changed into every night. All of the simple things that defined who he was. Back on His Birthday I was scared that I’d forget who he was, but it came back with one scent.
Now I’m unsure if I want to shave my beard off. But I don’t want the smell of my father to be removed from the brush. As time goes on, I’ll have to make that choice.
But today, I brushed my beard once more.