A memory stirred by Somsubhra Banerjee
Somsubhra, your gentle story, remembering time spent with your grandfather, touched my soul. My only grandparent lived halfway across America from me. She was the smell of roses that wafted from the mailbox when a letter or card arrived from Chicago. I longed for nearby grandparents, leading me to adopt so many older adults as my substitute ones. This is why I relish my role as grandmother dearly and why I so greatly miss my grandchildren now living far away. I am not even a perfume smell in a mailbox for them. Letters by email carry no scents to remember years later. The disappointments of technology.