I am eternally grateful for the connection I have always had
with music. How a simple melody with words can resurface so many emotions and
memories. Along with hearing some tunes I also love how various smells can
gently pick you up and drop you into a whole different world. Today I wanted to
expound on something that happened earlier this week when I was mentally taken
to a different time.
I was getting ready for bed one night and I was feeling a
little chilly so I asked Zack to grab me another blanket. He ended up grabbing
one that belonged to my Nana. He put it over me and I was talking to Padfoot
when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I stopped mid-sentence and looked
questioningly at the blanket. Then I sniffed the blanket. It was the same smell
from so long ago. It was my grandma’s house.
In my mind I moved myself to years prior when I would spend
nights at my grandma’s and she would tuck me in. Obviously I started bawling
but the memory of her and the constant love was so sweet.
I don’t know how that blanket had that scent. My Nana has been
gone for just over 3 years and since then the blanket has been in basements,
boxes, those vacuum storage bags, just numerous places that should have removed
any history. It was nothing shy of a combination of luck and a small miracle
that the smell remained.
As unexpected as it was I’m happy it happened. I had been
kind of going through a hard time with my emotions earlier that week. I was
full of questions and curiosity and a whole lot of missing some loved ones. I
have never been able to express how much complete adoration I have for my Nana
but being able to experience whatever it was that happened the other night was,
to me, magic. It was almost like a little nudge from my Nana saying, “I’m still
here and everything is fine.” It brought me so much comfort because it is
exactly what I needed to hear.
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