Restoration

I received this word recently and believed it was for me but now I believe it was for you and in so being, for me too ❤️

After laying you peacefully and painfully to rest in your muslin shroud and handmade blue pine casket filled with love from those surrounding me, I was overcome by the scent of flowers. Lily’s. No one else could smell it. No one knew what I was experiencing. I asked Tasha if she had on perfume. I glanced around to see if someone was vaping perhaps. I looked questioningly over at Will. He didn’t know why I looked perplexed.

I knew when I returned home later that night and smelled the lily’s that had been delivered and left inside the house it was the same. The overwhelming scent of the lily. In the house. Everyone could smell their scent. In the rain and mist. Only I could.

The stuff

You gathered up many things my boy. Everything I pick up I am aware your hands touched this surface before my own. I wonder if there’s a part of you there.

In each possession there is your presence. Your thoughts as you acquired it. Your heart as you held on to it. Your longing as you placed it where you did. I’ve read it all. Lifted it all. Folded it. Cried over it. Smelled it. And you.

Always in my Heart ❤️💔❤️