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Some people report smelling a scent similar to one worn by their relative, such as the lavender eau de parfum of a favourite granny, or a flower that your mother was especially fond of. A lady called Jane told me the following story about the way her father let her know he was still around:

I had just split up with my husband and moved into a place of my own, so it was a very difficult time. One Sunday afternoon I was tidying up when all of a sudden I smelled a familiar smell of cigar smoke. It was exactly the same as the cigar my father used to smoke after lunch on a Sunday—but he had been dead for three years.

I sat down and sniffed, and the smell just got stronger and stronger. Suddenly I knew that Dad was there with me, in the room. I cried a little bit, and then I started talking to him, telling him what was happening in my life. I knew instinctively that I didn’t need to talk out loud—I could tell him things in my head. It was a huge comfort to feel his presence and it really lifted my spirits.

As the smell began to fade, I said ‘Dad, please keep coming back. Come as often as you can.’

From then on, I started to smell his cigar smoke every Sunday afternoon, around the same time, and I would sit down and have a chat with him in my head. It helped me a lot in that difficult period, and one day I mentioned it to a girlfriend of mine.

‘Why don’t I come over to your flat and see if I can smell it?’ she asked, and I agreed.

The following Sunday she came, along with another friend. One of them said straight away, ‘Oh my goodness, I can certainly smell it.’

The other looked doubtful. ‘I think I can,’ she said, screwing up her nose. Then, all of a sudden, she cried out. ‘Oh my! I think he just blew a cloud of cigar smoke in my face!’

I knew that he was giving me absolute proof that he was there with me. I never smelled cigar smoke on any other day of the week, but every Sunday afternoon it was there. I asked him questions about anything I wanted to discuss and I could hear his answers in my head and in my heart.

I think it is very touching that her father chose to make his presence known in a period of Jane’s life when she really needed support. He helped her to get through difficult times and start to enjoy life again.