So – it’s been about 18 months since our grandson/fire loss. There are still some hard days, but I am exceedingly tickled to announce that my sister is baking again! THIS IS A MILESTONE!! It is her passion and, in the terms of therapy for our family, a sign that things are getting better. This has made me come to realize what the meaning of life is…passion!
Now don’t get your nickers in a twist – I consider things like “caring for your fellow man/woman” to be a given! There are just some things in life that should not need a reason for being. It should be a subconscious action (I know it is not for many of us, but I like to believe we are trying?!) to look out for one another. The meaning of life though, should be an individual thing. It should be your reason for getting up in the morning and wanting to greet another day. To me that is –passion!
For the longest time, after the loss, I have been worried about my sister. Granted, we have had a lot on our plates that needed to be accomplished first; and putting our lives back together has been (still is) quite a task. It took me several months to find my passions again (you can check out my Pinterest page – GardenGlows or my Etsy page.), but I am very glad to say they came back. Hers’ did not appear until just this last weekend.
(one of my fav passions in life – knitting!)
I didn’t want to push her, since she was trying to handle the losses in her own way; however, there comes a time when a little shove can go a long way – as long as no one can tell you are doing it!?! I have to admit, I have the same basic problem – don’t rush me – and – leave me alone, I will do it when I am ready. Then there is a time when someone has to step in and let you know you are overdue for a bit of happiness.
I have been dropping hints for months! I bought her 2 fantastic magazine subscriptions on cooking. A couple of outstanding huge cook books (only a fraction of the ones she lost in the fire). Tons of cooking supplies/appliances/stuffs to help nudge her a bit. All this only seemed to be put on a shelf. Then, totally on her own, this last weekend she found her passion again!
Corned beef and potatoes, pecan bars (all from scratch even sat and cracked the nuts so they were fresh), homemade tomato soup from our own tomatoes (yep – prepped, processed, cooked and seasoned – yummy!), and one of my all-time favorites – homemade, from scratch, Italian Bread!
Now there are 2 things in life that automatically say home to me: 1) The smell of fresh baking/baked bread and 2) The smell of fresh baking/baked desserts – of any kind! When you walk into someone’s home and they are in the middle of cooking something, it immediately brings on a warm, welcoming feeling. It makes me remember get-togethers with friends and family, where we three girls could be found helping dad cook everything up days ahead of time (yes – DAD – not mom, she was a terrible cook – melted a metal pot of water on the stove trying to make noodles? True story – LOL).
I hope that everyone reading this has a passion in their life and, more than that, I hope you are following it. May it bring you excitement, comfort, joy, and a major reason to get up every morning filled with the desire to share it with the world!
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This is a very nice post. So sorry for your loss. To be happy in life passion is necessary. I have a friend at church who lost her son and for 2 years she lost her passion. She turned from God and her family and friends, but she finally regained her passion and has a love for life again. Each person has to grieve in their own way and in their own time. I am happy your sister is cooking again. Ah, home made bread is the greatest smell in the world.
Thank you! and I am glad your friend has found her passion again – helps get you through the hardest of times!
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I’m glad to hear that your sister is doing well again.
…And you’re absolutely right! Passion is the meaning of life – or the drive at least. It keeps us motivated. And happy:)
I am sorry for your losses. Glad that you and your sister are starting on the road to recovery from your grief.
I forgot I was boiling eggs once. I came out to the kitchen hours later wandering what that funky smell was and what was spalttered all over the wall.
Thank you Arlene! And I have done that with eggs too…my mind wandered and I followed it – LOL! The smell doesn’t go away real fast either – yucky!