Last weekend I decided to take a bath even though I rarely do. Strangely I find them dull and quite tiresome, but when I saw a little bottle of bath oil on the shelf I changed my mind. I would give it another try.
Helena took a lot of baths during her illness because it helped her with her pain. She would draw a really hot bath, light a candle, and drop in some Jo Malone Red Roses bath oil. It was a gift from a considerate friend over the summer and Helena just loved it.
Somehow it has managed to survive all our moves and when I smell the bath oil now, I am immediately brought back to our time together in the English countryside in May. Helena was at her weakest and she would often ask me to get things organised for her to take a quiet bath.
I remember a special day where we managed to get out for a little walk on the country road. We couldn't go far but Helena suddenly saw some flowers and insisted we pick a few. I reached down and picked the ones she pointed at with determination.
She clutched the spring flowers all the way home and then put them in a little glass. I had already forgotten all about them when I went up to draw her bath a few hours later, but there they sat next to the bath, as delicate and beautiful as our dear Helena. It made me smile as I reflected how she always knew how to appreciate the little things and make them stand out, no matter how small.
Helena took a lot of baths during her illness because it helped her with her pain. She would draw a really hot bath, light a candle, and drop in some Jo Malone Red Roses bath oil. It was a gift from a considerate friend over the summer and Helena just loved it.
Somehow it has managed to survive all our moves and when I smell the bath oil now, I am immediately brought back to our time together in the English countryside in May. Helena was at her weakest and she would often ask me to get things organised for her to take a quiet bath.
I remember a special day where we managed to get out for a little walk on the country road. We couldn't go far but Helena suddenly saw some flowers and insisted we pick a few. I reached down and picked the ones she pointed at with determination.
She clutched the spring flowers all the way home and then put them in a little glass. I had already forgotten all about them when I went up to draw her bath a few hours later, but there they sat next to the bath, as delicate and beautiful as our dear Helena. It made me smile as I reflected how she always knew how to appreciate the little things and make them stand out, no matter how small.
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