Mrs. Meyer's Lavender Dish Soap

S mell and memory... linked together forever.

We had a call in to our realtor to make an offer on this condo we live in (the one I had stalked for 15+ years) when we got the call that my Dad had died.

Eventually we got the deal done and I'd go over and clean as workmen put in new windows, flooring, and took out a wall. Odd little things were left in the condo including rags and cleaning supplies. So these little bits of Barbara's life just folded into ours.

I had never used Mrs. Meyer's Lavender Dish Soap before.

I remember standing in the kitchen dish soap in hand, looking out at the blue lake feeling really sad that my Dad was gone. Every single time I now smell that scent I am emotionally right back in that exact same spot, seeing the blue lake, feeling so sad that my Dad is gone, but happy that I got here.

And all of that is now linked to Mrs. Meyer's Lavender Dish Soap. And how this particular lavender scent is now the scent of grief and happiness... and always will be.