I changed purses the other day. I went to put something in one of the slots and I found a handkerchief of my PaPa's that Grandma had given me. It's been 15 months since he died, but because I had it closed off to normal air flow, I guess, it still smelled like him. I never thought I'd smell that again. I almost cried at work just now.
I really miss him, especially on and around the holidays. Thanksgiving is coming up and we won't have his potato salad, or get to dodge his spontaneous tickle grabs when we pass his chair. I miss that.
1 comment:
I know what you mean. Holidays are always hard, especially after loosing a beloved grandparent. It still gets to me.
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