I hope you remember me when you see pink roses or smell strong coffee.
And of course you will think of me when you hear someone speaking French, or you stand on the Eiffel Tower and are still enough to feel the sway of the floor beneath you and the Parisian wind in your hair.
Of course then.
But also when you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, or someone makes a slightly inappropriate comment in mixed company.
And when you wish you could talk to someone who wouldn’t judge you, no matter what you said.
When the red of the Japanese maple waves like a matador’s cape, will you think of me? And then remember my favorite children’s book was Ferdinand the Bull and how you too, like to sit under the cork tree and smell the flowers.
Or when you pass a bakery and smell the yeast and butter of fresh croissants or baguettes.
Or hear the pop of a champagne cork, yes, you must think of me then.
And of course, please think of me when you feel alone or lost or misunderstood and know that I am there, holding your hand, wiping your tears, and believing in you.