Today it sort of hit me that my Mother's 3 year anniversary of her passing is quickly approaching.
Actually, I spoke about it yesterday - with a sales rep - who's Mom passed away 6 years ago today. And as a result of thinking about her Mom, I sort of tucked mine away.
I had a dream with her in it, two nights ago. Which in of itself is really odd, mostly because I don't see people's faces in my dreams. Except for the ones that she is in. Which aren't many, truthfully. This was the 3rd one since she's died.
Rather ironic, in retrospect - since she's been gone 3 years this May.
I hadn't thought of that until this very moment, as I write this.
I didn't think much about my Mom's passing until tonight's dinner. It was rather impromptu actually; I was supposed to be at basketball practice, and I was planning on making chicken marsala. But, G didn't pick up the chicken while he was at the store - and my Son was still not feeling well after his stomach bug the other day - and so I turned to my freezer for leftovers.
I'd made beef stew a few months back and froze what was left. That and some biscuits were the perfect choice for this night, which still has a chill to it - even though Spring is so close we can taste it.
This stew is my Mother's recipe. Which is actually, my Nana's recipe. Which was often made by my Auntie Saralee -when I would sleep over her house, when I was little. My mom made it a bit thicker, as a typical stew would be; my Nana and Auntie Saralee made it a bit thinner, more like a soup. But I loved it all ways that it was made. It's quintessential comfort food for me.
And as I was eating my dinner, sitting at the table with G - gazing out into the beautiful woods that are in my backyard and so beautifully seen from my table - I imagine my Mom, Nana and Auntie Saralee sitting together, enjoying a bowl of stew.
And for a moment, I felt sad....truly sad. I miss my family, the closeness we once had - and I remembered it, and savored it - in each and every bite I took tonight.