from the great beyond

every grandma has a smell. since my dad's mom died i have smelled her twice. that distinct *no way to describe - and no way to replicate* smell.
this morn i was a bit meloncholy over missing my dad's retirement ceremony. i would have loved to have been there. instead i was home with my sick babies. piles of laundry. a list too long to tackle...
i went into to my closet and grandma was there. that smell. so strong... it was a hug from beyond. a whisper in my ear. 'we are there in spirit' she says. 'i had six kids' she says. 'you are strong' she says. 'look at where you came from' she says. and 'yes i still pray for every one of you by name'... i hadn't really known her. i haven't really mourned her. she hasn't really gone.