Now, this is the same cookbook which was gifted to me when I moved out of my parents’ house.
I gathered the ingredients, and started making the cookies. As I was stirring the mixture I suddenly found tears were rolling down my cheeks. It was quite a interesting feeling.
The tie in was that she taught me to make those cookies when I was 9 or 10 years old.
I think the crying came from not having made the cookies since she died.
Every time I get a chance to feel grief, it’s unexpected. And welcome.
Those precious memories are so very valuable.