About a year after my beloved husband died, I sat in my living room feeling lost and lonely—I could not stop weeping. Suddenly the room was filled with the scent of flowers—overpowering. It was in the middle of winter. Just then my phone rang, and it was a friend who wanted to come and visit. I said that I wasn’t very good company today, but she came anyway. As she walked in the door, she said, “Where are the flowers?” I said, “M, do you smell them too?” With that she asked me, “What was T’s favorite flower?” I said, “Gardenias.” She then replied, “He is here with you and telling you not to grieve.” With that the scent of flowers disappeared. –Mrs. R.E.M.