Some of you may know this and some of you may be in shock after you read this but, spirits come to visit me and I generally know they are here by smell. For instance my dad, he's around most often and he smells like gun oil. One of my fondest memories of him is sitting at the dining room table while he cleaned his hunting rifle with gun oil. If you have ever smelled it, you know how unique that is and there is no way to mistake it for something else and nothing else that smells like it. He generally comes to me when I'm stressed or upset, generally in my not so fine moments and he gently reminds me to be patient, to be kind, to breathe. I do occasionally hear his voice but, most often it's his hand on my shoulder and the disappointment he would have shown me when he was here. And it feels just as if he's right next to me!
Christmas Day, and the days leading up to it, I was constantly smelling cigarette smoke. At times it was faint, at times it would burn my nose, it was so strong. I kept asking Jeremy and Jacob if the could smell it and the answer was always "No." Finally, I said out loud "Who are you?", and I heard a whisper "Grandpa" and I knew it was my Grandpa Nolff, Edna's father. I took this photo of Jacob on Christmas. Can you see the huge orb on your left? Say "Hi" to my grandfather. He spent Christmas with us.
My sister, Valerie, and I wish I could explain this to you better but, she is always with me. She doesn't give me a scent but, simply a knowing. I know she is always with me. I feel her. Once in awhile, I'll hear her laugh.
Until Christmas, it's only been my dad and my sister with me. Grandpa was a new visitor and I wondered why now? He's been gone for a little over 20 years! They say after 20 they don't come back...but, who is to say "they" know everything!
I went to bed the night of Christmas day, and I said to Jeremy, "I smell orange/vanilla cake and lavender". I could see a glimpse - like someone showed me a photo of an old woman, gray hair, the old cat's eye glasses. It resembled a church directory photo. I remember saying to him, "I don't know who she is but, she needs help". I went to sleep that night dreaming of orange/vanilla cake. I don't like orange vanilla cake.
Think about this today for tomorrow, I'll tell you about the woman with the cake!
Ahhh, you can't leave me hanging like this!!!!
ReplyDeleteWow, I didn't know it was by smell. That's neat. (As is that picture!)