Scent and Memory

My mom got some of my grandmother's jewelry out of our safety deposit box today. We sorted through the rings and watches and bracelets remembering or in my case wondering about each piece. My mom gave me two of the rings to take back to college with me and as I brought my hands to my face I could smell her, even after all of these years. My grandmothers scent used to permeate everything around her, when she came to visit, the bottom floor of our house would reek of perfume and make-up in the best possible way. I loved it. Today I could smell her on my hands, face powder and Taboo teasing memories from my mind. I wish she could be here to see it all.