and it smelled so strongly of my grandpa.
The strong smells of memories of a man whom I always thought to be so interesting.
A man that I never really had the chance to get to know.
The potent smell that escaped my closet today reminded me of so many questions that I had always wanted to ask him; about the war, about his youth, about the 30s and 40s etc.
About a different life and time. I wanted to ask him about his boxing.
Its interesting to me that my closet of clothes and jackets smells distinctly of this man who is no longer with us.
I guess it must be, that there is an amount of him that makes up who I am.
Edward Francis Billingham: December 8th 1919 - July 18th 2008
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