and all the memories of you are back, hitting me out of the blue so hard that they take my breath away, leave me reeling and at the same time filling me with bitter sadness and gratitude.
The images of our last hours and moments together are so present, as if it happened only yesterday, that I saw you for the last time, heard your voice for the last time, smelled your favorite perfume on your delicate skin for the last time, hugged you for the last time.
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The memories hit me when I went for a walk with my wife. We passed an herb garden and that combination of scents reminded me of Maryanne. We had such an herb garden right outside our kitchen window and she cherished each and every plant, delighted like a little child when they grew new each year and she liked to experiment with the different herbs when she cooked. This usually resulted in very tasty dishes, but sometimes also less tasty. I always tried to pretend that it would still taste good to me, but she saw it on my face and tasted it herself that it just did not taste good and sometimes even terrible. I poked at my plate, she poked at her plate but we didn't say anything at first. Until we looked at each other and she said "I think I overdid it." I then said "Yes, a little." then we fell silent again and finally one of us started laughing and the other had to laugh along.
Remembering those moments hurts, at the same time definitely don't want to miss them.
