The Dirt Field

…but all I got was an entire bake sale worth of cupcakes and muffins:

This whole death of a close relative thing is weird. I knew it was coming – Grandma was 85, in very poor health, and eager to move on to bigger and better things – but that hasn’t made this a whole lot easier. I felt good for a lot of yesterday; I knew she was finally at peace and it was sort of like a long exhale after holding a breath for several months. But then when I ran out of things to do with my family last night and came home to an empty, silent house, it started to feel depressing. I spent the next several hours making five different types of baked goods and eating an entire cake’s worth of batter, but that just left me with a stomachache and  too many muffins to store in my tiny kitchen (right now, they’re all crammed into the microwave and cold oven). Evidently cupcakes, no matter how fluffy, don’t go very far in filling the big empty space this has left in my life.