Parts II and III have been difficult to formulate in my head.
I've struggled (and resisted a bit) to put it in writing at all.
My experiences have been hidden away in my heart for several years now...goose-bump moments that I've shared with only a few select people.
To keep it precise in prose...will always be a challenge for me.
To not come across as a complete nutcase...will be a miracle.
Rewind again....this time to Summer 2002. It was a typical workday for me at the MN Landscape Arboretum Development office.
Originally designed to be a photographic dark room - there were no windows - and no doors directly to the outside.
You might think it a negative (no pun intended) place to be stuck working considering the Arboretum's beautiful gardens - but I was okay with it. It was one of the few places in the building in those days with A/C.
The fact that I was in a windowless room was significant - as I was suddenly 'bombarded" by the intense smell of the exhaust of a small putt-putt boat motor.
It was "that" smell...the one that transports me back to the lake...and the loss.
I asked my co-worker sitting across the room - "Do you smell that?"
She didn't smell anything unusual.
I was so insistent that she came over to my desk and sniffed around - like any good friend would do - really trying to validate that I wasn't losing my mind.
Still - she just didn't smell what I was describing.
It lasted about a minute or so - and then it was gone.
But the seed was planted, the memory jogged, the stage set...
...for a very special "message" I would receive two nights later.
A Year and a Word
7 years ago
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