A decade after my grandmother passed away, we found a notebook she’d been keeping while in hospital. Her words are absolutely the perfect way to describe a grandmother’s love.
There are smells and tastes that bring me back to my grandmother’s house. The stale smell of cardboard from her closet that was stacked with board games. The fragrant aroma of sausage, thyme, and sage when making turkey stuffing. This weekend, biting into a Swiss Roll, I was instantly 8 years old again sitting at her kitchen table.