At first I had trouble with the scent of flowers. When I returned to work, the local flower shop made a delivery to our office (it was routine that they left them on my desk and I notified the person for which they were intended). I sat there for as long as I could, smelling that all too familiar smell. I finally had to excuse myself from the office and go outside and pull myself together. That happened on more than one occasion.

It has been over four years now, and I'm glad to say that it is no longer an issue. In fact, I attended a funeral yesterday and was surprised that being present, seeing the familiar scene and smelling those flower arrangements no longer put me into a tailspin. Funerals and weddings are on occasion the catalyst that would start the tears, but thank goodness yesterday was not one of those times.

Michelle, the events that now hit a very raw, sensitive nerve will become less disturbing (at least that has been my experience). And thank goodness for that. Life has to settle down eventually or we could not bear it. Those things we respond to so radically due to our damaged and raw sensibilities finally level out. It may not seem so at the present time, but it seems to be the way it happens, whether we are ready for it or not.

I pray that you and Aubrey will have great days ahead together. I know you will share with her what a wonderful father George was, and she will love him dearly because of seeing him through your eyes. God bless you as you take one step at a time.

It's very normal for scents or images to send us back into our grief. Songs often do it also. For me, it was seeing two people on a motorcycle. The first time it happened I had to stop the car to get my composure. After a while, it just made me sad to think that Don and I would never do that again. I also got very angry at someone else's happiness in riding, because I was jealous it wasn't me. So sad.
Now I can smile the couple riding along and think of the sweet memories we made on that bike we loved so much. Sharon

Michelle, I know the feeling all too well. It also takes me back along with so many other happenings at that horrible time of her passing.
The smell of fresh flowers, seeing a hummingbird (her favorite),certain songs on the radio....... there are just too many to list.
Marilyn passed away on March 15 of this year and her funeral was on the first day of spring, the time of year that everything is suppose to be coming to life after a long winter. Now the leaves are changing color, days are shorter,just makes me more depressed........it's going to be a long winter for me.
You take care,
Wayne

Roses make me cry. I love them & I have a rose garden in the yard.
My husband used to pick roses from the garden & lovingly bring then to me in a vase. He was such a sweetheart & that is one of the things I fondly remember about him. Now when the roses bloom I can't help thinking of him. I pick roses for him now & set them next to his picture.