So, get this… This last Monday, I hung out at Kelly’s house and we decided to go on a picnic in a graveyard. It ended up being one of the most powerful and beautiful days.   There was a graveyard that he always visited when he was a little boy because he lived right across the way from it.  Ironically enough, this graveyard happens to be the exact one my grandmother Paula Milstone was buried in—she’s my mom’s mom, the one killed in a car accident.  I had never gotten to meet her since she died before I was born.  I can’t remember if I told you this or not, but when my mom was in the hospital waiting to find out if her mom was going to live or die, right when her mom passed away, she and her brother smelled the scent of lilacs—which was the perfume her mom ALWAYS wore.  They smelled this scent one more time when they were int heir dad’s room as he was in ICU and nearly died himself—my mom and her brother smelled lilacs.  Even the nurse who was in the room was like, “You can’t bring flowers in here.”  And my mom and her brother were like, “We didn’t…that scent is the scent of lilacs, our mom always wore that.”  And the nurse goes, “Oh… Yeah, I’ve had this happen before, the scent of loved ones returning to say goodbye.”   ANYWAY!  Back to the graveyard!  So Kelly and I go to the graveyard, and the last time I was EVER there was when I was a little girl like 7 or 8 and went with my mom and little brother.  We found my grandmother’s grave and I just remember my mom crying really hard, which of course bothered me as a kid because I wanted to make her feel better and not so sad.  That was my only time ever visiting my grandmother.  So naturally this time around with Kelly, I’m all apprehensive and nervous… But never-the-less, we contact the funeral office and look up to see where my grandmother is buried.  We then go on a little hunt for her grave as though they had given us the right area, there are still a TON of graves!  So Kelly and I are looking and right before Kelly spots her grave, I SWEAR to GOD, for the briefest and strongest moment I catch the scent of none other than… Lilacs.  I stop in my tracks and suddenly go, “Oh my god, Kelly… Do you smell that?  Lilacs!”  And then of course, the scent vanished.  And Kelly was like, “I don’t smell anything…”  And then I go, “Maybe… maybe it’s just the flowers around us on the other people’s graves.”  And Kelly goes, “Those are all silk—they don’t have a scent.”  He was right, and I tried really hard to smell the lilacs again, but it was gone.  And just then, Kelly saw her grave.  We sat down and had our little picnic with her… and all that nervousness and apprehension was gone.  It was the most serene, calm, tranquil, and beautiful experience… And of course, the first experience all by myself in getting to “meet” my grandmother.  When I told my grandpa Sy (her husband) it was a very taboo subject because even after all this time, NO ONE in my mom’s family ever got over her death—she was just such a cool person.  So, NO ONE in my mom’s family, ESPECIALLY my grandpa Sy, will talk about her or even mention her name.  Too painful.  Anyway, I wanted to tell him… and he listened and wasn’t upset, (but I KNOW he hid how sad he was, but in a good way) and I told him about the scent of lilacs.  He was shocked (in a good way) because it goes against his belief system and such.  He then asked me what it said on her grave, so I told him… “A pure soul indeed.”  Like I said, it was a powerful, beautiful day.