In my tea cabinet, tucked away with the other teas, are several tea tins of loose tea that my mom had given me. Recently a friend took one out and pointed to the expiration date - 2010! Possibly not the sort of thing I should have sitting around in my cabinets.
Yet I can't toss the tea. I think there's something comforting about opening the cabinet and seeing it there. I think it's given me the feeling that she's going to come by and make herself a cup of tea (in the most complicated way involving two teapots that always drove me crazy, of course).
It's been six and a half years since my mom passed away. It's long enough that life feels normal and the sadness isn't at the surface. But for a little while longer, I'm going to let myself indulge in the feeling that I'm just waiting for her to arrive at the door and make herself a cup of tea.
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