This past weekend was Father's Day,
I lost my father 5 years ago and I'm still having a difficult time.
This year was no different, I managed to stay off social media,
I didn't want to be exposed to any pain.
Honeysuckle is a happy memory of my father.
As I drove up to my parents home, parked the car and
walked to the door, the sweet smell of Honeysuckle surrounded me.
It was calming, it was home, it was a happy place, a happy memory.
I miss him...which is why I plant this beautiful vine every year.
Here's to Fathers Day