Her name was Rebecca

Her name was Rebecca and she was my grandmother. She was born today with her fraternal twin, Robena. The only grandmother I knew. Briefly.

One day I opened the top of a bottle of Patchouli essential oil to smell, and her essence unexpectedly enveloped the room. My senses immediately recognized the scent. It was hers. My grandmother returned to me in that brief moment for a short visit.

As I remember my grandmother today on her birthday, I feel a sense of gratitude for her life. A life that she lived fully and loved sharing with so many. A gift that she passed on to many benefactors including me.

Happy Birthday Mother. I love you.

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