I noticed it for the first time today: The sweet and heavy scent of honeysuckle as it lingers in the humid air.
I never thought too much about it, until the year that my friend, Karen died. There was something about it that captured me, and burned the connection into my brain. I remember driving to the married house, one evening in late June, 2003. As I stepped out of my vehicle, the breeze picked up and I was surrounded by the scent of the honeysuckle that grew on the wall by the drive.
As suddenly and completely as I was surrounded by the sweetness, I was surrounded by memories of my friend. "Oh, Karen...." I called out to the night air.
Since then, the smell of honeysuckle always reminds me of her. It reminds me of the love and support she extended to me, and all the difficult times she walked through with me.
I have been blessed by her presence in my life.
Thank You, God, for that!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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