Every Sunday I spray on my Beautiful perfume and I think of her. I can remember curling up on her lap as a little girl and smelling her signature scent.
While camp food can be terrifying it was always good when Grandma was in the cafeteria. I'm not sure if they used different ingredients, seasoned it better or if she just made things the way I'd always had them. Mostly though I think it was knowing she was there.