| Heaven Smells Like Roses
Shortly after my brothers death, I was at home frying hamburgers. I distinctly remember that I was frying them with diced onions. I had on the exhaust fan in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a very strong aroma of Roses. I looked around to see if a bottle of perfume or something else was spilled. I did not find a thing.
About 1/2 hr later, my mom and dad came home for dinner. It was the middle of December which is winter here in St. Louis!
I always felt these roses where a loving gift from God to assure me my brother was with Him. Mary |
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