My husband wore a specific brand gel practically every single day. I remember whenever he used to run out of it, I used to be in Boots or Superdrug and be like "babe which one should I buy" and he used to always tell me "no babe, I use a special gel, I have to order it online"... He wore it everytime we went out and many times he would fall asleep without washing it out. It smelt like aftershave and our bed wreaked of it. But it was a scent i was used to smelling every day, throughout the day - from when i hugged him to when we went to sleep. The smell of it would linger in our bed, It was the gel, mixed with his own natural scent .... Because I avoided our bed for the 9 months following his death, that scent was long gone. A scent that I've missed since the day he went. Today I was going through my bathroom cupboards and I came across his gel. I was elated and couldn't wait to open it and inhale it's scent...a scent that was home to me, the scent of the person I lived for, the scent of everything I loved and the scent of my Complete world. So I opened it and to my utter joy I saw my husbands finger mark imprinted inside, from where he had taken some to apply it on the morning of March 28th. Its difficult to describe the feeling that I get when I think about the fact that the last thing to touch this gel was my husbands hand. His hand that I would give up everything for to hold just one more time. His hand that if it were here again I would never ever let it go. Words could not ever come together to express how much I miss him holding me with those very hands. Seeing his imprint in the gel today made him feel closer, up until now he was 10 Months away... but today, for a moment, his gel was just as he left it, like he had just used it, like he did before, like everything was back to how it was. And after a brief moment of content, reality sets in and it's back to how it is. It's so ridiculous that my entire post is about a tub of gel.... but it's also so ridiculous how much something like a small tub of gel means to someone when the love of their life has gone. You realise .....
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Non-FictionThanna Alghabban 28 years old lady... She lost her husband in accident when she was about 3 months pregnant... Read further to know her journey.... This is the real story... Dont judge her... Any rude comment about her will be reported... #29 in non...