i       l o s t        a       c l o s e        f r i e n d        w h e n      i      w a s      q u i t e      y o u n g

a n d       c a n       r e m e m b e r      o n e       d a y       g o i n g       t o       v i s i t        h e r

t o m b       a t        t h e      m a u s o l e u m        i n       t h e       f i r s t       y e a r      a f t e r

s h e      d i e d    .       t h e      s m e  l l       o f      r o t t i n g      f l o w e r s      ,      l e f t     b y

m o u r n i n g       f r i e n d s       a n d      n e v e r        r e m o v e d        b y      s t a f f       o f

t h e     c e m e t a r y    ,    w a s    o v e r w h e l m i n g      a n d       h a s      s t u c k      w i t h      

m e       e v e r      s i n c e   .       s o        t o d a y      i     h a d    t o      t h r o w      o u t      m y

m o t h e r' s     d a y    f l o w e r s      w h i c h      w e r e      e v e n      m o r e      b e a u t i f u l

t h a n      e v e r      b u t    s m e l l e d      h o r r e n d o u s     (   t o     m e   )     .

 

Comments

[Deb Cox]

Oh Heather, I am so sorry for your lose so many years ago. I understand about the flowers/smell. When my Grandma died (years ago) I took some lilies from the graveside and they were so overpowering in scent. Now I smell them and I think of death flowers. So we must look with our eyes and think positive thoughts (Good Chi) and ignore our noses (just this once)! Thank you for your blog. It's absolutely lovely and I enjoy it (you and yours) immensely. I'm just down the road in London.