This is a season of grieving. Recently I learned that another someone I loved passed away. This is a moment all of us must face, of course, but knowing that does nothing to minimize the pain. It’s been a year of so many goodbyes.
I’d called her my bonus Mom for more than thirty years, and this weekend while we were at the farmer’s market–before I learned she’d died–I bought a basket of big Italian plums to make her kuchen. Yes, it’s true, I bought Italian fruit to make a German cake, but that’s just how it turned out. Funny how I thought of making that particular recipe on that day, isn’t it? The fruit has been sitting on my counter, but in the morning, I’ll remember her love of baking for all of us as I make it. I know the making, baking and eating of it will bring comfort.
In the wee hours of darkness, when I was remembering her first hug, her weekly phone calls, her pride in me as I grew from an awkward teen into a, well, still-awkward adult, I stumbled across a blog post that soothed the ache in my heart.
Here’s a sneak peek.