Showing posts with label Senses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Senses. Show all posts

Back to the Days of Dad

Thursday November 18, 2010

I reach deep into the closet and pull it out with reverence. It’s plaid, lightweight cotton but it warms my heart beyond measure.

I used to hold it up and drink in the scent. Years would fall away, and I’d hear my dad call me Babe. For the longest time it smelled like him, somehow. No cheesy cologne, no overpowering scent…it just smelled like him.

I was sad when the scent faded, but his essence is still there. I wear it in November and December mostly. Its plaid fits the holidays, but more than that, it puts me in the mind of memory…and, for me, memory is filled with family. November and December are fraught with memory, so that is the shirt’s perfect season.

As I pen words about gratitude this month, I’m struck by the power of the senses. Smell and touch take me back to the days of Dad – his unconditional love, his overwhelming support of all I did and wanted to be. His strong faith, his godly example.

Excuse me a minute. I need to go hug a shirt. And maybe use it to wipe a few tears away.

Do the senses trigger a memory for you? Or remind you of a blessing?

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