Posted by ClearSkies on March 8, 2006, at 20:25:55
In reply to Re: *trigger* memories of Dad » ClearSkies, posted by sleepygirl on March 8, 2006, at 15:35:24
Smells that balance the hurt with joy:
fresh lavender blossoms crushed in my fingertips
a whiff of a coal fire in the neighbourhood
rain just about to fall
Christmas dinner...these memories too are of my dad. And of England, his home. It was my home too for several years. Remembering the good with the bad, something I can do when I can look past the end of my nose. Something about feeling so sad shortens my self-sight.
not making sense here.
OK, when I can smell something and remember the wonderful things about my dad too, it helps to lift me out of myself and back into the world.
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