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the scent of my grandparents house left on my grandpas sweater has faded away. (since i wear it often)
but without seeking out the memory a simple smell can leave, it found me.
opening up my grandpas christian prayer: liturgy of the hours, his smell came out of it. with joy i quickly pressed the book to my nose trying to capture that perfect scent. trying to hold on to the memory of my grandpa. i have lost touch and i suppose i wont get that again. other than pictures ive mostly lost sight since no picture is quite real. a video can fulfill the sound of his voice and perhaps that isnt so real either, but lovely still. then there's that smell, i thought i lost it, but its hear, in these pages. and i guess when i see my grandma i get a glimpse of him. thats always nice. it really is beautiful the way marriage binds together two people to one. i know we must all let go so to speak and really i get that, but it's nice to have these memories find me and sometimes my heart still aches from this separation...
but without seeking out the memory a simple smell can leave, it found me.
opening up my grandpas christian prayer: liturgy of the hours, his smell came out of it. with joy i quickly pressed the book to my nose trying to capture that perfect scent. trying to hold on to the memory of my grandpa. i have lost touch and i suppose i wont get that again. other than pictures ive mostly lost sight since no picture is quite real. a video can fulfill the sound of his voice and perhaps that isnt so real either, but lovely still. then there's that smell, i thought i lost it, but its hear, in these pages. and i guess when i see my grandma i get a glimpse of him. thats always nice. it really is beautiful the way marriage binds together two people to one. i know we must all let go so to speak and really i get that, but it's nice to have these memories find me and sometimes my heart still aches from this separation...