I was shocked, and then immediately saddened, to learn today that the Mother of one of my oldest and dearest friends, had passed away last night.
I knew she had been sick, but still I had had no indication that her condition was getting worse. I knew it might be a long road ahead, which is why I didn’t see this coming.
I called my friend, and told her if I were closer, I’d give her a big hug. We cried. I sent her my love and support.
Then I got off the phone, and sat, with some more tears, before baby girl found me and took me into her play area.
I was grateful. Grateful I could do these ‘Mum’ things, and even just as grateful, that I still had a Mum.
I called my Mum and told her the news. We spoke some more, and it was so nice that when I called, I could hear her voice.
Later on I made a cake with baby girl. I used some sponge cake that had passed its use by date, and also some cream that was weeks old, but had been unopened.
Both were perfectly fine.
I threw in some melted chocolate, and melted white chocolate, that I had used for recipes weeks and months ago, that had gone hard again in the fridge, and melted them again.
I whipped the cream. Added berries.
And the cake was pretty damn good.
How is this at all relevant? There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. About re-using what you think is no good, and holding it all together…
That I have a Mum, and doing ‘Mum’ things.