The sense of smell can unlock a forgotten memory, but the sense of taste evokes a chain of events that can bring an emotional remembrance of people past, stories long ago brought back in a flash. And that was how my friend unknowingly touched the corners of my soul.
Welsh Rarebit |
Long long ago, a friend whose sole purpose, it seemed, was to connect my partner and I together, never got to see our union, our babies or our undying love for each other for she ended her life tragically. A burden she carried, the culture she upheld led her to her decision. On difficult days, my mind wonders to what would have been. On days like today, the taste of Benedict Mints tells me she hovers around, making sure I stay strong for she loved these Mints. At 18 trying to be mature with a sip of expresso and a bite of Benedicts captured a certain elegance I was trying to portray; she taught me grace. Lynda’s magic brought a touch of my friend back momentarily.
flapjacks to die for |
How did she know about Lewis & Rose’s hand made Orange & Burnt Almond chocolates – they were my mother’s favorite. In one sweep of her magical fingers, Lynda enveloped those people that shaped me from my parents to my children, to the angel that hovers over me.
A chance meeting in a local hair dresser was all it took, my South African friend.
Cheers!
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