There are times when we all smell something and it reminds us of a past experience or someone. I had that experience walking through Home Depot last week. I knew exactly what it was, the scent of Hyacinth.
I recall, during my senior year in high school, my mom popped her head into my bedroom. She gave me a potted Hyacinth. I’d never seen one before. Nor was there a special reason, as I recall.
Mom passed away when I was 28 years old. She had cancer. I remember when I got the call. I was living in Santa Cruz working the swing shift. She called one evening while I was at work. When she told me the news she started to cry.
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