Sorry for your loss and to hear the news. I know what you mean about the smells, they have a special way of getting vividly imprinted into our memories. Hope things get easier with the passage of time.
I honestly will just keep going back to the shed. The smells of oil and fuel just make me feel 10 again. All good. Now at 31 I can sit down and drink some beers in the shed while I reminisce and smell the surroundings as I sit beside the tools, gas cans, his truck, tractor and combine.
I hope you can get your many kids (or kids to come) to come out and help you in the shed on maintenance chores so that they have that great memory that smell causes for you. My did passed before I was 2 (cancer sucks), I have no memories of the man. They are precious things.
I'm sorry you never got to know him. Part of him lives on in you. So he still lives when relatives look at you and instantly think of him. That's been happening to me a lot lately since he passed.
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