THE MEMORY BENCH
I’ve always been curious about a bench I pass whenever I take a walk through the park. A bouquet of silk flowers is tied to the metal arm rest at each end of the bench, and a small plaque is affixed to the centre of its back. No other bench in the park is so decorated. Why is that? I often wondered. Well, on one of the last sunny autumn days of the year, I decided to satisfy my curiosity and see why this bench was so special.
A recent session with a client who believed her father had telephoned her on her birthday – three years after he had died – reminded me of a similar story that still sends tingles up my spine when I think about it.