Two years ago the memories of my mother in law on her birthday were still raw.
The pain of her loss is still there, but it is easier now.
Some things without fail bring her memory to mind instantly..
She liked the jam I always made for her from the figs on my parent's tree.
The color is divine and different from the tree she had.
My son has always loved figs as well and when I got a basket from Mom and Dad, I asked him if he wanted fresh figs or fig jam.
He replied, "Both".
So both it was.
It is nice to see how things intertwine...my parents, my son and my mother in law...over figs.