Heaven and Home. There’s Hope to be Found When We’ve Lost Someone.

I haven’t done this much people watching in a very long time. Of course, I haven’t had this long of a layover in years. Four hours in O’Hare provides perfect people-watching opportunity.
“Pretty Peacock” girl and I shared an interest in Einstein Bagels. Her multi-striped hair color was mesmerizingly beautiful.
The “We Need to Be Home Now” family looked like vacation had taken its toll.
“Mr. Military” couldn’t help but garner attention with his smart attire, clean shaven looks, and countenance that made one wonder where he’d come from.
But it was the cough that caught me off guard.
I hadn’t even noticed her. She was a mere four feet away and I nearly missed her unassuming form.
But for the cough. It was a petite sound as far as coughs go. Of course, it wasn’t the cough itself that grabbed my attention. It was the fact that this stranger’s cough sounded just like my mother’s.
How strange is that? It’s true though, isn’t it? It’s just that we never really think about those things while our loved one is still around.
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The click in our husband’s heel when he gets out of bed.
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The son that announces his entrance with snapping fingers.
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The daughter who invariably hums while she studies.
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The Grandpa who clears his throat before the dinner blessing.
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The sister’s syncopated footfall.
Kelly Stanley
I love you. The “missing” can feel unbearable at times, drowning out the OTHER truth that we will see them again. This is so good. xoxo
ckkwpadmin
I know you KNOW. Thanks for linking elbows. Makes the trip better. Hugs!
Cindy Wilkins
I use the same bath soap as my grandma just so for those few minutes I can close my eyes and feel as if I am back at her house and surrounded by her love! Thanks for your encouragement to boss my heart around and look forward to our reunion! I know exactly how sweet she’ll smell!
ckkwpadmin
Irish Spring. It’s the soap my grandmother used. I can’t believe I forgot that! You reminded me and I’m so grateful! Love this Cindy!
Cindy Wilkins
Caress soap was my Grandma’s go to! Scents are powerful memory triggers for me! I have a nose that knows! Haha!