My daughter's boyfriend has my husband's old job at the restaurant. Tonight, I was looking after his children as a favour, and when he was done work, he drove me home. He walked in the door, and it was as if I was slapped in the face. The smell that I have missed for a year - kitchen smells of fryer grease and onions and all those other aromas mixed with sweat from a too hot kitchen. I miss him so much right now that I am crying.