Prompt:
_______ always said he did not believe in ghosts until he
saw _______ on that _______ night in the middle of _________. He said it was the smell of _________ that
made him realize …
Blake sat, hands shaking and tried to explain what had
happened to his Mom. Blake always said
he did not believe in ghosts until he saw his Dad on that crazy night in the
middle of the hospital room. The smells
of vanilla tobacco, Old Spice, and the earth that always seemed to linger
around his Dad made him realize that he was not losing his mind. Blake watched as his Dad approached Michelle
and their newborn son. His Dad stood and
looked at his first grandson, born just weeks after his death. Blake stood mesmerized and unsure what to
do. His Dad had obviously not realized
he was there and Blake just wanted to drink in his image. The realization that
his Dad was still with him and with his new son lifted his spirit in a way
Blake could not even imagine. The only
problem now, was trying to make his Mom believe him. His Mom looked at him and in the way, a
mother only can, she knew. She reached
for his hands and looked him right in his eyes, “You saw your Dad didn’t you?” Blake jerked back, “How did you know?” “Oh honey, I feel his presence too, and if
anything was going to keep him here it was the baby. He was so excited and happy; he just couldn’t
hang on long enough. I knew he would
find a way to see him.” “ I did see him, the night Alex was born. He stood over him and just smiled. It was his smell, there was never anyone that
smelled like him.” “ I know baby, just remember that no matter
what those that love us never really leave.
Their memory, love, and legacy remain.”
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