“The scent of my dad’s cologne is a powerful trigger for me of so many memories of him. “
My dad liked blue hydrangeas...a few days ago I was wandering around the Goodwill and found a pot with (fake) blue hydrangea in it and bought it.
It’s so nice to have reminders of them, isn’t it?
My dad was an artist and a sculptor, though not well-known except in our little part of the world. My basement is currently overwhelmed with his and my mother’s belongings and artwork. I can’t bring myself to go through it just yet. I try, but it’s too overwhelming right now.
Cyber hugs to you...