Grandma

Its been 2 months to the day since my Grandma passed. A busy 2 months. And I haven't really been sad since those first few days while I was up in Atl for her memorial/wake what-have-you. Sitting here at my desk a little while ago I caught a whiff of something on the air that reminds me of her. It was that combination of her laundry soap and her, hard to explain. I've never found that scent anywhere else, and when I was in college I used her laundry soap numerous times. But that scent made me start to cry. Mainly because it felt like she was right here with me, and it made me realize just how much I really do miss her. Funny how little things affect a person, huh?