I'm trying to make a grocery list for Thanksgiving and have been looking at all of my mom's recipes. I've been trying to find two favorite recipes of hers written in her handwriting. I wanted to have one engraved on a cutting board for Nanny. But I haven't been able to find them in her writing. Only in mine. I just found one she wrote for me. Not the ones I was looking for, but one she made often enough that I could use it. I sobbed because I haven't been able to find the recipes I am looking for. Then, I sobbed when I discovered I have one handwritten recipe from her. I had no idea something so small would mean so much to me.
One week from today, I received the last text message from my mom that she was able to send. Wow, this hurts.