I come from a large and traditional Irish family. I was raised by grandmother. Shortly after she died, I went to her home, which was pretty much abandoned. The floor had always creaked when walked on, and as I stood on the porch I heard it. At first I thought that an intruder was in the house. I looked at the window, and saw what looked like a gray mist slowly curling near the pane. I was frightened, and turned to go and then I smelled her perfume. It was a scent that had often comforted me as a child. I felt so alone without her. I sat down on the porch and cried. Through my loneliness I felt her near me, it was like I was again the child she had held so often.

After that night, I was happier and my mourning was not as bad. Every holiday I dream that she is here with the family as if she were alive. I often feel her nearby when I am upset, and more than twice a week I wake up to smell her perfume. I appreciate the time that you took to read this, and I feel that she does this not only as a comfort to me, but to offer comfort to all who have lost loved ones...we may not be able to see them but they are there when we need them even after they are gone.

Love goes on.

Submitted from: April Sharon, California, USA