10/07/2026
YesterdayāI did something I donāt do often enough that brings me so much joy, I wandered Main Street Galena, a place full of nostalgia for me.
Though this is one of my absolute favorite places on earth, there is no escaping the feelings of grief surrounding missing my mom when Iām here.
This is something I know, and Iām prepared for, because I have spent over 13 years personally processing and clinically perfecting my relationship with grief.
Still, when the doors opened and I stepped inside the Kandy Kitchen, as prepared as I always am, I got a whiff of that confectionery and I could smell the 90ās, and my mother.
A wave of emotion came over me as I took it all ināandāin the moment, appreciated the vivid memory of my school-aged self picking out the most pounds my mom would allow (who are we kidding, Susan never gave me a limit, spoiled and proud!) of the worlds largest chocolate covered raisins.
They were supposed to last me the winter, they barely made it the ride back home.
While simultaneously grieving that what I was taking in, the sounds, the smell, the movie-like reel playing in my mindāwas just that, a vivid memory never to play out physically again in this lifetime.
I paused, and shared that feeling with my best friend and the store staff, and, instead of choking it all back and pretending grief and joy canāt coexist, that they donāt deserve to be acknowledged in that very moment, just allowed myself to feel it all.
And then, because my pockets aināt built like my MommasāI bought ONE pound of the worlds largest chocolate covered raisins, popped a few in my mouth, and savored the bittersweet FEELINGS. š§ š«š±