I just found a ziplock bag full of the combs my mom used to wear in her hair. (When you lose someone you love, you tend to keep everything…) I opened the bag, thinking a familiar scent might rise. As I put my face to the opening, an even greater blessing than I had anticipated occurred. I could feel me hugging her again, because I could smell her. I could feel my
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face next to hers. I share this with you through tear-filled eyes. Thank you God, for the gift of smell and the powerful way it triggers memories.