It's funny how you can be minding your business living life and something small can trigger a memory. A memory that can bring joy yet sadness at the same time. It's not that you ever stop thinking of a loved one that is no longer here but you learn to live without them. You learn to cope and live life with a giant hole in your heart. So when something reminds you of the loved one and the loss you feel, its hard to hold it together. You slowly speak with a ball of emotions at your throat while holding back the tears. You learn to do this, but will it ever end? I doubt it. I mean, as long as you are walking around with a giant hole in your heart that will never be complete the memories will always be bitter sweet.
My dad use to like orange marmalade. He would tell us that his grandmother would heat up a flour tortilla and add a thin layer of mayonnaise and orange marmalade. We would all say yuck, and he would say we had to try it. I never did.