Chocolate Chip Cookies and Sawdust

 

I've been pretty sentimental lately.  I've been very melancholy.  The loss of my Grandmother hit me pretty hard and was quickly pushed under the rug to prepare me to coordinate my mother's entrance to a nursing facility.  In the process of all of this, God has been right beside me.....Oh, I've had my moments of crazy, tearful, fears and "why's", but really, it has been smooth in the transitition sense.  
In light of all of this, I've been thinking about the family's I've been blessed with.  I was raised with my Mother and Father.  Truth be told, it was a difficult situation.  Yes, they loved me, but there was a lot of sickness going on in that household and it was not always the smoothest place to be.  I spent a lot of time with my Grandparents.  
They really were my stability.  
I can remember days that I would cook with Grandma....she loved to bake especially.  The smell of chocolate chip cookies reminds me of her to this day.  Funny though, the smell of sawdust brings me to  a much more sentimental place. That is what my Grandfather did....he was a woodworker once he had retired.  He spent his days and sometimes evenings in his shop making various items ( bowls, furniture pieces, even a grandfather clock).  
Fast forward a few years, long after his passing, I am in an Amish  flea market picking out a wooden sign for our home and it smells like Grandpa.... and the baked goods remind me of Grandma.  I'm not sure why I became so emotional, but I sure did.  I realized that I truly miss them both, but I was so very blessed to have them in the years I did.  God sure knew what He was doing when He gave me them.