When children grow, leave home and move more than a thousand miles, you find yourself looking back to the past.
The solitude leaves me alone with my thoughts.
As you ponder on ago, you find yourself in a near trance, in your own little world where you shut out the present moment and dreamily stroll through the sights and sounds of an ordinary home where each got excited about holidays, birthdays, milestones, celebrations or just being together.
You recall how the smells of a cooking meal, or how bread baking could make the home feel comfy and cozy.
You remember the laughter, the joy, and how we comforted each other through tears, and heartaches.
As I abruptly come back to real-time, I sigh.
Reminiscing can either bring a smile to your face or a gut-wrenching, empty feeling.
On any given day, looking around the dinner table, you find only one plus you. More times than not, I forget to remember how thankful I am to be with that “one” with whom I can share a meal.
For now, quickly setting the bygone days aside and sharing a meal with the “one”, I am consoled by the thought that food is a celebration of life, it’s what brings all or “one” of us together.