"There was an old stringed recliner chair at my grandparents' house. It was my grandpa's favorite chair. I could still remember his unique scent on the chair, as he spent a great deal of time on it.
On good days, he would enjoy afternoon naps, read newspapers or simply relax on his chair doing nothing. On bad days, he would spend the whole time on his chair, nagging incessantly and airing his unhappiness with life. The chair was with him through his good & bad times.
Years passed, he had left us. Though he is not with us anymore, memories of him in his favorite chair, along with his unique scent remain."