BIZZY BAKES

When I took a break after the death of our daughter, I made a very good decision which was not to blog until May.  In that way, I did not go through the conflict of should I blog today or should I wait longer.  Since today, our Donna Hay group shares, I thought it would be a good and happy starting place. I must admit, I had no desire to blog during this entire time.  I could not connect to food in the same way, I used to do.  I made meals and for the longest time, I took no photos.  For those of you who know, a meal does not start without a camera handy, you understand how alien that should have been.  It wasn't.  I started leaving the camera on a shelf in the kitchen, hoping I would take some pictures and slowly I would remember and take a shot.  Now, I have a bunch of pictures and I am not sure what the recipes are that should match them. The loss of anyone has a strong impact on a family but the loss of a child is bewildering.  There ...

I have been doing a lot of thinking of late and much of it brings peace and acceptance.  I have discovered that these three words, love, loss and life are intertwined and the lines can be blurred.  The sadness of the loss is powerful, the memories of my daughter's life are momentous, and the love we had and have is awe inspiring. She was my first daughter and was always filled with life.  As a child, her spunkiness got her into big trouble. Despite this, how could one be angry when she was always fighting for a cause.  So what , if she told a bully off in no uncertain terms.  So what, if she argued with a teacher who was acting like he was ten years old.  Once again, she was in the right.  This led her to become an adult who fought for the rights of others, fought for the lives of others, fought for her beliefs. In her years of pain and sickness, she counseled others with her illness, she spoke in public to inform, she quietly listened to other...