My great-grandparents died three weeks apart to the day. I knew it would happen, after all they were getting older, but I never expected it when I got the phone call from my Mom. I remember it rained the day of both of their memorial services and it seemed to suit the moods of everyone there. They both had touched so many lives through their generosity, kindness, and their big hearts. They were very loved.
About three months or so after they passed away I was walking through Dollar General looking for a laundry basket. I was walking with my Boyfriends mother and at the end of the aisle I had to stop. There was the smell.
Now I don't know how to describe the smell but my grandparents house always had this certain smell to it. I used to love it growing up. I asked my boyfriends mother if she could smell it and she said no. She didn't smell anything. I smelled it I know it was there. I know shes looking down on me from above smiling and I know when my time comes she'll be waiting with open arms.