Thank you all who have shared and I'm so grateful to learn of other experiences.
My Mom and I were very close, the best of friends, I loved her dearly and do love her dearly and miss her so very much even after all this time and it was 2/7/1996. She had an inoperable heart diagnosis. The last few days of her life she slipped into a coma. I was in total denial. Day after day, night after night (seemed like forever but it was about four days, I'd come in and hold her hand, do her nails, talk to her... I couldn't let go and I truly believe she was holding on for me.
It was a Tuesday night 9:45 pm. I was in the recliner next to her bed in the hospital. Something made me get up out of that chair... It was like a jolt and I held her in my arms. I said an Our Father and a Hail Mary then said to her: "Mom, I'm going to miss you BUT YOU HAVE TO GO!" It was like a light switched on... She opened her eyes and her spirit jumped through me like she bounced through my heart and out of there! I felt this piercing right through my heart and a joy that is indescribable to this day. It was a feeling of freedom of joy beyond words.
That night I went home and I had my kids with me, I walked in the house and said to my kids, do you smell those roses? They were like mumbling and tired but they did yes they too smelled the roses... After I put the kids to bed, I went into my room and sat on the bed and suddenly realized the smell of roses was a sign from St. Theresa that my Mom was in heaven and all was okay... The joy came over me again, incredible freedom from fear.
Turns out we had a statue in our hallway of a Saint who I thought was Saint Anne for years people would say who is that I'd be like oh that's Saint Anne, the Blessed Mother's Mom. I don't even know if Saint Anne is the Blessed Mother's Mom but anyway... Well the day of my Mom's funeral we had people back at the house and I shared my story about smelling the roses that night and my Mom's friends took a look at the statue and it was the Little Flower Saint Theresa in my hallway who I had prayed the novena too many times throughout my life and the night I needed it most, the Little Flower of St. Theresa came to me with the smell of roses to assure me of God's Great Love.
I feel so very fortunate to have had this experience. Love is always there, always has been, always will be... Peace to you.
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I bag your pardon about my lach of language. The rose parfum that you smell was true, not necessary cath by spirits near you, in Philly, but anywhere as your Mom wished. This is a psychic phenomenon called "transport" as many we can see in scientific fiction movies. Spirits act on matter carryng objects or even moving objects, using the magnetic properties of matter. I hope to be understood. Regards.