Because of the perfect cocktail of pain-relieving drugs, the kitchen and the garden are once again her domain. There have been 2 weeks of reprieve for her (as well as for me) and I marvel at how quickly she reclaimed her domains, her pleasurable expressions of self.
I sat in her kitchen the other day, watching her measure and slice and stir, just as I have done my whole life. Her contentment and ease lie in the preparing of savory and sweet, while mine lies in close proximity and watchfulness. I did not know, could not have guessed, I would have the privilege of sitting in the wake of her energy again.
I thought as I watched, I should ask her how to do this and that~ here's my waning chance to capture her culinary knowledge. There are so many questions and tricks of the trade. Yet, I did not ask. I just wanted to be her child a moment or two longer, in this unexpected reprieve and live in the comforting world of her kitchen and her beautiful wake.