Well this morning I had butter fingers and I dropped, and consequently shattered, my favorite dish of 14 years. It was a ceramic bowl that was given to me by a college professor and Co-Department Head, Linda Moreau, after I graduated with honors and subsequently worked in the program I graduated from thereafter for the following 1.5 years. It was my going away gift, from Linda, who was such a down to earth and soothing, nurturing person. She was really an inspiration to me.
I used this bowl whenever I wanted to eat something that would warm and soothe my soul. All alone on a weekend of solitude, on a cold day in winter, my soups or stews never tasted as good as when they were eaten from this ceramic bowl. Every time I used it, I thought of Linda, her warm nature, how gentle she always was and how comforted she always made me feel. She was the epitome of what we all should be. Most accepting, most rewarding, most open to people, cultures, ability levels, always greeting life with a smile. Such a wonderful person to be blessed to know.
Unfortunately, I lost track of Linda.. and I get a bit misty eyed when I think of that reality... but I always had this bowl she gave me... until now.