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The smell was comforting, it reminded me of my childhood. The smell appeared to get stronger the more I searched. I couldn't find them. I decided to go home. On the drive home I felt really sad, not because my trip to collect the pictures was unsuccessful but because all my memories of my granda came flooding back, the good times, the bad times, the times we hid behind the sofa when he was paralytic drunk, knocking the door shouting, "who loves ya baby" to my granny. I miss him and his nuisance!
My granda died over three years ago and several people have lived in his flat since. I could smell him and I knew he was there with me.
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Perhaps I'm misunderstanding you or "filling in the blanks" prematurely, but it sounded like you broke into your "Granda's" old flat, for which you have no key and where someone else was living now, and started rummaging through stuff when no one was there.
Did I get that right?
Maybe of a perfume you didn´t know yet? Propz Pilgtrim
@Keliss you've made me smile. I didn't break in I had a key. Different family members have lived in his apartment after he died. It's now vacant so I thought I'd collect my stuff while I had some free time.
@Pilgrim, it was definitely 'his' smell. no perfume, it reminded me of when he drank alcohol and smoked.
Oooooh, I see now.
... and I had the theme music for "Mission Impossible" playing in my mind.
Oh, well.
Anyway, I know exactly how you feel. On my last visit home, my grandmother gave me an old framed photograph of myself as a child. I keep it on the night stand next to my bed. Not because I want to see myself, but rather because it was something my grandfather kept beside HIS bed all the years I knew him while he was alive.
It's my reminder that he was always watching out for me.
I also have some of his old shirts, and yes, they still smell like him... cigarettes and Old Spice.
Scent is so evocative. Maybe more so than a song or a word. I'm sure those photos will turn up. Some day when you're not looking for them, there'll they be.
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