Honeysuckle

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