O Tannenbaum
Tina…her memory so warm within me that I could still feel her skin, still smell her scent in everything. I picked up a bath towel and the smell of her as she dried from a shower filled my nostrils.
Scent – the most powerful trigger for memory.
My friends surrounded me – at least I think they did. I couldn’t tell any more. My brain was a mish mash of pain and confusion. Someone said something, somewhere and I drifted away again….