Weird

This morning at work, I walked by the mailboxes on my way to my office. Betty, the Chief's secretary, was bent over getting something out of her mailbox. She stood up just as I walked by and oh my gosh.......the perfume she was wearing stopped me in my tracks and brought me to tears.

It was Grandma's perfume. She was wearing Grandma's perfume and for that one moment, I can't describe it, but it was as if Grandma was right there beside me. It was the weirdest thing-comforting, sad, nostalgic, heart breaking....it was just plain weird.

I couldn't talk to Betty at that moment; I knew I'd really loose it if I did. I didn't think she'd appreciate me throwing my arms around her, bawling and calling her Grandma. :) So instead I kept walking and cried a few tears in the comfort of my own office. (My poor partner, he's come to just accept that sometimes I'm going to do that and it's best not to ask questions, just to let me be-I'm so thankful for him!)

This afternoon I was finally able to ask Betty what she was wearing and sure enough, it was Red Door, the same perfume as Grandma. I knew it.

I'd know that smell anywhere.

Miss you Grams and Gramps.