Today, walking through the hospital, I realize that one of our music volunteers is playing Clair de Lune on the grand piano in the lobby. This is one of my mother's favorite songs, and it was played at her funeral.
Mesmerized, I stop to listen, start to walk away and then stop again. I imagine that my mother is standing beside me, reveling in the beauty of this classical piece.
How I wish I could call her tonight.
At home, later, I apply DSH Memory & Desire. This dark, inky perfume comforts me and resonates precisely with the yearning of a motherless daughter.
Mom would have loved it, too.
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