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February 12, 2007
Her Smell
A close friend and I have been discussing signs from deceased loved ones. She told me after her grandfather died; she would find pennies everywhere and in the oddest places. She said it always gave her a laugh thinking they were a sign from him. She asked me hadn’t I ever heard the expression “pennies from heaven”? I told her I had heard that, but had never taken it literally.
She also told me about certain smells being associated with deceased loved ones. She said she read about one ghost who during her life had made delicious chicken soup. Some people moved into “her” house and every now and then, someone would smell chicken soup, go into the kitchen thinking that is what they were having for dinner, but nothing would be cooking.
This friend went on to say she had smelled her dad’s pipe tobacco just three times in the past eleven years.
This thought has made me very emotional. I lost my Grandmother Scott when I was in the second grade, but there is a smell I associate with her and her alone. It’s not perfume or anything that strong. It is actually very light. It has been rare that I have smelled this smell and when I did, I thought it was totally out of the blue and there was no reason for it. I knew I was smelling her, but I had no idea why.
In addition, when I have smelled this undistinguishable smell, I have wondered if anyone else could smell it also. I could never ask though because it has only come when I have found myself alone in a room. The smell was so good, I was afraid to leave or I would surly loose it. When a smell brings back so many memories, you want to sit there and savor it. It is too precious a thing to loose a moment of.
Some people who read this would balk, thinking I am silly, crazy, or whatever. I don’t care. To me, this theory makes total sense. Yes, it makes sense to me that my Grandmother Scott might just be checking in on me.
From now on, on those very unusual, exceptional times when I smell that certain scent, I may not only savor it – I may also cry a little.
Posted by tami at February 12, 2007 8:13 AM
Comments
I'm that way with Viet-Nam . I tell mom that all the time.It was really bad when I was on the Police Dept.I would be at the hospital, a chopper would come in to pick someone up,the sound and smell would bring Viet-Nam back all over again. I'll see something or smell something and it's like i'm right back in the middle,I'm wet and hungry and I just want to come home! It has gotten to the point that it's almost every dat now.
Posted by: Dennis at February 12, 2007 4:54 PM
Does (dat) spell day?
Posted by: Dennis at February 12, 2007 4:56 PM