Grandpa Reed The scent of roses filled my senses and I stood there amazed and wondering how it was possible. I had picked up the plastic bag to grab something underneath it and was shocked to find that I was smelling what was inside. The plastic bag contained a single dried rose from my grandfather's funeral. I have opened that box dozens of times in the two years since his passing. But I have never smelled the roses like I did the other day. It stills baffles me that I could smell anything from it considering it was tightly sealed and dried for such a period of time. And yet, there I was inhaling its lovely perfume. Grandpa. I'm named after my Grandpa Jesse, a name that means 'blessing' and 'wealth'. My grandpa was a short man, the "runt of his family" as I've heard my mother say. He had a rough childhood, experiencing the loss of his mother at a young age. He and most of his sib...