There are so many things that makes me think of you. Mom, certain songs, the sun setting, your wedding ring on my left ring finger, that floral-scented powder you loved wearing. (That I wear now.) There's even been a few occasions where, while shopping, we'll see ladies who'd be around your age who remind us of you. I will never forget during one of those times, one of the ladies turned around and faced me, looked me in the eye, and smiled so peacefully. I was, literally, stunned. Not stunned by the gesture of her smiling. But, by the look in her eyes. It was so familiar. It was like she had your eyes. As quickly as she turned and smiled at me, she turned back and walked away to finish her shopping.
A few minutes later, Dad was in one section of the store and I was standing behind him. For reasons that I cannot explain (still today, years later) the back of his shirt was pulled up like someone was tugging on it to get his attention. When he felt it, he turned to me thinking I had been the one tugging his shirt. I told him I didn't do it. But, that I SAW the hem of his shirt going up like someone was tugging at it. We were both really bewildered. We both wondered if there was a connection with that happening and seeing that sweet lady who reminded us both of you. Maybe you were trying to get our attention? Reminding us that you're still with us.
I've smelled roses where there's no flowers around. Which is unusual. What's even more unusual is that I can't even smell the scent of roses if there was a bouquet of them right in front of me. I have no idea why. I just have never been able to smell that scent. St. Theresa was your favorite saint, your namesake. And she is, often, referred to as "The little rose."
When I first saw this commercial, I instantly thought of you. The last part of it with the little girl asking her grandmother if they could go get ice cream and her grandmother quickly saying yes, while walking away, reminds me of you and I when I was that age so much. You gave me the world and so much more. And you still are.
To know you is to love you --- and I do. So much.