From Dora:

My Dad died about six years ago. He was 83 years old and smoked all of his adult life. As a child I had lived amid in the smoke of his and all the other family members cigarettes. I never got the habit.

My dad always went outside to smoke when he visited my home because no one smokes in my family and no one smokes in my home. This he did by choice. Each time he would goout and smoke. When he returned the smell of the cigarettes would be on him and we could smell them even after his visit was over.

Sometime after my dad died I was sitting alone in my home and the strong smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils. I thought there had to be an explanation for this but I couldn't find any. I told my family about the smell after it had happened several times and they thought it was my imagination.

My dad loved to take things apart and fix them and always got into the middle of a repair job with anyone. One day my son was sitting at thekitchen bar making a repair on a guitar and he looked up and said "That's strange".

I said "what?"

He said, "I smell cigarettes."

Only one person at the time smells the cigarettes but each member of the family has at one time or the other smelled them.

We feel as though he is coming around us to visit . We can't all be imagining the smell. It is not scary just a nice feeling of a visit.