Week 11 Prompt 54

After handling the perfume bottle, he smelled of old woman from decades ago, a woman who had to be dead.

He set the perfume back on the night stand as he took in the elegant design on the outside of the bottle. She always did have good taste, he thought.

The smell of her perfume comforted him. He walked around her bedroom stopping here and there to reminisce and to go through some of her things. He and some of his family had come for the day to go through her belongings that she had left behind.

She had been in a nursing home for a year now and her home looked just as she left it, like she hadn't even gone away.

There were clothes still in the closet, necklaces and rings in her jewelry box, candles placed here and there with little black wicks looking like they had just been burned. There were pictures of her grandkids in frames on the walls and on side tables and the furniture was just as it always had been. Nothing had changed here, but so much had changed for him.

He gazed at all the little things that she had left behind in this world and he sighed. "What am I going to do without you?" He asked aloud, in the quiet of the home.

He was very close with her throughout his childhood and as an adult as well. She practically had raised him along side his mother. It was hard for him to be in her home and go through her things. He couldn't face that she was passed, not yet. She was no longer just a short drive away, she had left him forever.