Smells in the middle of the night.

9/20/11.  Something woke me up about 2:30am.  Jeff’s scent was very strong. This was the first time I have smelt him since he died.  The scent only lasted for about a minute then it was gone.   I haven't smelled it since.

The scent was most definitely Jeff's.  It smelled like he had just gotten home from work.  He was an iron worker.  The scent was very strong and reeked like he had spent the day out in the hot summer sun working.  Just had a funny thought.  Jeff's worst sweat stink was umpteen times better smelling than Bourbon St.!

This photo was taken during our trip to NOLA in May 2005, just a couple months before Katrina.