Mom went on vacation, (to spend sister time with Aunt Margo) and when she does this she will often bring back "prizes" for me. (Yes, I know that makes me sound like I'm 11 years old but it still works for me at 39:).
This time, my prize was a scented sachet envelope and a small jar of hand cream. When I opened the hand cream, Mom was sitting there in anticipation. "What does it smell like?" she asks. I do not even have to think for a moment. I was instantly in my Grandma B's house. This particular scent is roses. It is one hundred percent the smell of my Grandma. Everything in my memory of Grandma is rose scented. Her lotions, her clothing and even her yard (she grew beautiful roses).
Now, at 39 years old, I like to indulge myself by putting on my 'grandma hand cream' and when I bury my face in my hands I drift right back to burying myself in one of her hugs. She wasn't a super huggy person except for the hello's and goodbye's. However, one summer I stayed with them while I attended a gifted and talented summer camp at WSC. I was upset one day with things in my life and even though I had outgrown my grandma in height, she held me and rocked me until the world was right again. Could she have even known that twenty-five years later her rose smell is still enough to calm me until my world is right again?
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