Wednesday, October 22, 2008

What I miss

I don't know if it was his shampoo, cologne or soap, but after my Dad would come back from a shower, all scrubbed clean with damp hair, and take his spot in his chair in the den, he always smelled so good. I loved to hug him then. Every once in a while, I get a faint whiff of that clean smell. I wonder if he's nearby, or if it's just my imagination.


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