The Scent of Gardenia

My Great Aunt was a beautiful person. Born and raised in the early 1900's. Came from one of the founding families of Edmonds Washington. She was married and divorced. I guess she was just too strong of a woman for that man to handle.

During her life she loved to travel, play bridge and golf. When my sister and I came along, she loved to spoil us. We would spend weekends at her place and go on adventures. I fondly remember her gardenia plants and their sweet scent permeating her place. Anytime she would move the gardenias were always there.

The staircase of life, or life's journey is an interesting one. Two days after her passing I was struggling with the loss. I think her spirit came to visit me. I was in bed and got chills, then there was that all familiar scent of gardenia. It was from here I knew I would be ok.

The staircase of life or life's journey can be an interesting journey. To this day the scent of gardenia brings back some wonderful memories.

When we venture on the staircase of life, remember the little things. A scent, a song, memories are more valuable than materialistic things.