And so here I have your pie- which I’ve absolutely never made before without your help, even if it was via FaceTime and it’s the bitterest of sweets. The strangest kind of comfort and pain. Thank you for teaching me how to love like this mama. Of all the ways you loved me, this one takes the pie. 4

We sometimes share how much grief hurts, but not often do we say what grief bubbles up the strength in us to do, how it pushes us to do what we are certain we could not do. 3

Baking seemed so natural for you, like breathing. But it’s not for me. Even still somehow, in this kitchen- with your presence still very much here- I’m doing it. 2