Today I was digging though a plastic bin of trims, looking for something appropriate for the dress I was working on. At the very bottom of the bin was a small sachet of soft unbleached cotton with a ribbon drawstring. I crushed it and thought I could still make out a slight scent. It was a sachet I held in my hand next to the roses of my wedding bouquet. Inside is a bit of heather from one of my father's funeral arrangements from 1984. His birthday is March 28th. He would have been 79 this year. I still miss him.