Smelling smoke

For the past several days I have had the phantom smoke smell thing going on.  When I told Cindy she said perhaps it was because my mom’s birthday was upon us.  Today would have been her 69th birthday.  I sometimes wonder what my mom would have thought of the state of the world nowadays.  I am pretty sure she would feel pretty rotten about it as well.

Despite the passing of a couple years since her death it still somehow feels like I should be able to pick up the phone and talk to her.  Of course that is not the case.  Finality is a tough thing to reconcile sometimes.