A month or so ago I wrote about a random memory I had involving Dave and the theory that basset hounds smell like corn chips.
One morning last week I woke up to the distinct smell of Fritos permeating my airspace. When I rolled over, sure enough, there was Gunner happily snoring next to me on my bed. My first thought was that Dave had found a way to mess with me. In 14 years of basset hound ownership I have enjoyed (or not) many an aroma but never a corn chippy scent. I smiled to myself, didn’t think too much more about it, and went on with my day.
A few mornings later, something else happened that really left me wondering. After Dave died, I started wearing his wedding band on a chain around my neck. It is always tucked out of sight, but I find it comforting wearing it close to my heart. On that particular morning I got up and went downstairs. As I was making coffee I noticed that my chain felt very light. Sure enough when I inspected the necklace, the ring was gone, but the chain was still fastened and intact. I went back upstairs to see if I could find it and discovered the ring on the floor next to my side of the bed.
I am not one to believe in visits from our loved ones after they are gone, but these two back to back occurrences have left me a tiny bit more open to the idea. Mostly I just found comfort in the connectedness.