I remember the feel of his hair, wiry from the side effects of the immunotherapy treatment. I remember the smell of his pillow. I remember how as he became weaker, thinner, he wanted a beanie cap to keep his head warm. Thus began the transferring of the aroma of him, the molecules of his essence,… Continue reading Heaven Scent
Author: Trish Deveneau
Writer of creative nonfiction, retired teacher, pet mom, mom of two adult humans, nana to three wee ones. Avid cook, yogi, gym rat, art lover; maybe too earnest for my own good.