The power of a smell

It is amazing to me how powerful a smell can be. One smell that takes me to a certain time and place is the smell of coffee. It takes me straight to my grandma H. She drank a lot of coffee and always had coffee brewing. My grandma died 7 1/2 years ago, and I miss her so much.

When I was a kid, I really only saw her a few times a year--once or twice in the summer, at Thanksgiving, and then at Christmas. I loved going to her house. She loved to laugh and laugh loud. I am a lot like her, even though I look more like my other grandma. I have so many memories of times spent at her house.

When I became an adult and had children, I found myself only a block away from her house. My boys and I literally walked down to her house 3-4 times a week. The boys loved her. She loved them. I can still smell the coffee brewing. I think that when we moved from there, she literally lost all desire to live. She died only 8 months after we left.

When I smell coffee now, I think of her. I even bought mugs like hers online to really bring that memory back for me. She may no longer be here, but I think of her every single day. I miss her so much and would love to go back and have another memory with her. I love you Grandma, and we sure do miss you.