Stopped dead in my tracks.

So yesterday at church I passed two elderly couples in the hall way that were discussing whether one of the gentlemen was wearing a pale blue or white dress shirt. As I got right beside the man in question, I was stopped dead in my tracks. I stopped, close my eyes, and a big smile came to my face. The color of his shirt may have been in question but his scent was not for he was wearing my dad's cologne. I just stood there, eyes closed, smile on my face, and for a moment I was beside my dad again. So to the gentleman, in the lovely pale blue shirt, Thank You! For a brief second yesterday I was standing right beside a man that I think about and miss daily.