Baby Powder And White Shoulders

Yesterday, we had the first actual family holiday event since before Grandma died.

We, the Spoose, most of the kids, both grandkids, my mom, and my grandfather, gathered at Mom and Grandpa's house.

It's hard not to still think of it as grandma's house.

We grilled hamburgers and enjoyed each other's company. I had a good time. I always love it when my kids gather with us, and I'm glad I attended.

That said, I'm sad.

The house looks the same. But I can't smell her anymore. She smelled like baby powder and her favorite perfume, White Shoulders. Being unable to smell her anymore makes the house seem like something from THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

It's the same house, but it's not the same house.

I'm glad we're doing Thanksgiving at my oldest daughter's home this year.