30 minutes is all it took to change everything.
The time elapsed between two phone calls. One misheard word - a sigh of relief and then a clarification. My mother has passed away.
Within hours we are booked on a flight that leaves the next day - half a world away, we must wait.
I cannot talk, it is too difficult. I am so thankful to have my husband - he is my voice. He is doing the things that I cannot, even though I know he is grieving. My mother is right - we are very blessed to have him in our lives.
One week has passed since that call and I still cannot believe it.
The last 3 months I have learnt so much about my parents, my regret is that there was still so much to discover. I assumed I had time, I had no inkling that this was not the case.
The hardest days are yet to come but I will not think of them, I will focus on the good memories.
I will be taking a break from blogging, there are conversations we need to have.
I won’t be abandoning this site - the very reason I can cook is because of my mother. Everything I know is because of her. This blog is filled with her wonderful recipes and when the time is right, I will blog again.
Thank you to my blogging friends and readers for the concern you have shown over the last few years and months - your kind words, thoughts and prayers have meant so much.
I think it is fitting to finish this post with one of my mother’s recipes - a brilliant dish full of good memories.
|Torta Meringata con Mele - Apple Tart with Meringue|