in the shower the other day, I picked up a different shampoo than the one I usually use, because I wanted to smell the scent that the house radiated after George had a shower… when he got out of the shower the house would always smell of berries…
apparently it wasn’t the shampoo he used, but one that the girls have bought to use when they are over, so it didn’t smell at all right, lol…
when he died I gave his clothes away as I didn’t need them as a reminder of him… it was very hard on Crystal… she took home his sweats and a sweatshirt and that helped her hold him close… for me, it has been the memories, although not so the other day, lol…
whenever I smell roses, I always think of George… he always got me roses, for whatever the occasion was, or for no occasion at all…
one of the roses from the bouquet the kids sent this year on our anniversary…
a young friend made pillows for each of the kids from his sweaters, and she wrapped them all individually before she made them, and after as well, to be sure they still smelled of him…
pillows for the kids from George’s sweaters…
she had a difficult time when she was sewing as she came across a sweater that George had worn for a visit to her house…
everyone appreciated the pillows and they were a lovely remembrance of George… when he wasn’t running around without a shirt, he would likely be in one of his sweaters…
what lovely memories I have…
