Smelling love

I was snuggled next to my grandmother last year when she passed away. I felt the heat leave her body as I buried my nose in her sweet, sweet hair and tried to bottle up her loving scent in my memory.  
Since then a lot of life has happened including this election that would have made “Nonnie” incredibly disappointed. She would not be alone; I have struggled to achieve a sense of peace since November 8th, seeking out comfort in new ways. 

So after a lovely ham dinner with friends, I awkwardly asked if they would mind passing along the bone. 

Now my kitchen is filled with another smell of my grandmother, the smell of her ham soup. To me, it is the smell of love, peace and comfort. The warmth of my grandmother’s reassuring snuggles- the smell of love.


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