Exactly one month ago, I had to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. One month ago, my mom passed away. It doesn’t feel like a month, it feels like just yesterday I received that phone call at work and rushed to the hospital. My mother was a beautiful and intelligent woman. Graduated valedictorian, was forever in love with my dad (and vice versa), and was a role model mom and yiayia. She had an incredible laugh and smile, something everyone tells me I’ve inherited from her. It’s Parkinson’s Awareness Month and I’ll never stop fighting to find a cure for the atypical form of this disease which took her and her incredible mind from us at far too early an age. Now I remember all the wonderful memories, memories which are throughout this blog. My mom taught me to cook, and instilled me with the love to cook. I now carry on her traditions, and as hard as it was, I made my family’s all time favorite finikia for Easter just as she always did. I cried, and smiled, and I’ll continue to make them now with her precious cookbook in my possession. A cookbook I’m so happy to have, and will forever cherish. While my heart is broken, and I don’t know what I believe in anymore, I have a forever guardian angel. I will be looking for the signs, Lady. 💗😇 There are always signs.