Creating a Memory Meal

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In the blink of an eye, a forgotten memory can resurface. “Where did that come from?” one may ask. When I glanced at my husband, while watching a movie, I observed tears.”What is wrong?” I asked. He usually doesn’t say anything for a minute, wipes his eyes, and then explains.

“That scene reminded me of my mom. There was an elderly man who lived down the road and we often invited him over for dinner.” I suddenly realized how he may be dealing with grief in different ways.

As my mother-in-law’s “heavenly birthday” drew closer, I thought about ways to remember her and help with his grieving process. Because of her cooking expertise, I decided to make her famous bran muffins and enjoy Beer Meatloaf for dinner.

Creating a memory meal is a way of helping with grief. As we ate the bran muffins for breakfast and then the meatloaf for dinner, I found myself smiling at the memories of how she would instruct others on the best way to make these recipes. Her bran muffin recipe found its way to a 4-H Fair Competition. Her intriguing beer meatloaf recipe caused others to request it for their own meals.

A little later, texts from my husband’s siblings flooded his phone. ” I baked a cake and we drank Brandy Alexander’s in her honor, ” one communicated. ” I thought about the food, but we didn’t actually make anything,” another commented. Regardless, they thought about her and remembered her in some way.

As the holidays draw close, memories of loved ones can cause a deep sadness. Some may even avoid the holidays all together. A memory meal or including a favorite receipe may be the answer. Grief is a journey that never really ends.

Best Travel Toys for Kids

Trekking with young children requires patience and an easy-going attitude of saying, “It could always be worse.” As we prepared for our San Diego trip, I could only think of one thing: entertainment? What could I do to help with the four hour flight and for fun at the rental house?

In preparation, I thought about a variety of toys that may bring joy to the grandchildren. But what toys can fit in a suitcase already full of vacation clothing? To answer that question, I spent some time perusing the local department stores and discovered some treasures.

  1. Magna Tiles Travel Tin https://www.walmart.com/ip/MAGNA-TILES-microMAGS-Travel-Set-26-Piece-Magnetic-Construction-Set-The-ORIGINAL-Magnetic-Building-Brand/. I love this toy because of the endless possibilities and the fact that I found it at Wal Mart for a mere $8. I appreciate the case and beautiful beach scenery, perfect for our trip.
  2. Fisher Price Little People https://www.walmart.com/ip/Little-People-BOY-WITH-GUITAR/19396173236?classType=REGULAR My grandchildren throughly enjoy the Little People. You can find them for $5-6 in most grocery stores with toy aisles. The durability and non-choking size of these adorable figures make them a win for all.
  3. Melissa & Doug toys: https://www.walmart.com/ip/Melissa-Doug-Cheery-Lane-Cheeries-Wooden-Toy-Figures-Age. I always look for Melissa and Doug products in the toy aisles because I feel confident about the quality of toys. Imagine my delight when I discovered these bendable characters! For $10, you will receive four delightful figures. I broke the package apart and wrapped them separately. SCORE!
  4. Look around your house! The bookcase and playroom reminded me of unread books and forgotten toys. I located some small puppets and small books. Imagine my delight when my granddaughter played with the puppet on the airplane several times!
  5. Mini photo albums:https://www.dollartree.com/picture-frames/photo-albums Mini photo albums are easy to create! Because of my past hobby of scrapbooking, I located many printed photos in a drawer, but it is easy to print photos at your local drugstore.
  6. And what about the pipe cleaner? It is inexpensive and doesn’t take much room in a carry-on bag. This resource, https://onelittleproject.com/pipe-cleaner-crafts/ offers a variety of ideas to spark the imagination.

Electronics, missing from my list, is something that may help with lengthy trips, but so many toys can provide creativity and play. Snacks, another item my granddaughter enjoyed about the flight, can keep children occupied as well. What is your favorite toy to keep young children busy and distracted?

Learning As You Go

“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. “

Albert Einstein

“The delights of self-discovery are always available. “

Gail Sheehy

While I usually always ask a traveler the question, ” How was your trip?” I follow it up with another question. “Is there anything you will do differently now that you journeyed there?” One person’s answer, ” I have never thought about my traveling this way” may resonate with most.

Some trips, like a family getaway, mainly remind me of time’s brevity. Scheduling a vacation around outside responsibilities can be daunting. Spending time as a family, couple or as friends causes one to stop and reflect, an absent practice for some.

Other trips cause a change in my weekly schedule. For example, after traveling to Greece and hearing how an evangelical church actively serves the local community, I decided to volunteer at Mt. Hope, a church that offers a weekly household/clothing giveaway. Volunteering here provides a perspective on poverty and homelessness.

Traveling offers adventure and little reminders of life’s simplest pleasures. I often ask myself, “How can I reproduce this activity back home?” For example, after biking with friends, I thought of an idea to meet at a local trail to bike together, Seeing water mixed with fruit in Hawaii made me say, ” I can do this at home!” Eating tomatoes with mozzarella and basil while in Italy caused me to include it as a side dish for summer meals. My list could continue, but the point is this: travel offers new and fresh perspectives.

Thinking about all of this travel prompts me to continue my thoughts in a different way: create that travel bucket list rumbling around in my thoughts.

Till the next journey,

Chelle Ren

Scribbling My Thoughts Again

Organized desk with pens, pencils, markers, notebooks, and drawing tools

A nudge, a thought, a reminder– to do what? The answer is to pick up the pen. My pen, always available, is best described as dormant. But, alas! Its dormancy is over. It is the moment for its return.

A bigger question, however, is why? Why did I stare at the pen and resist writing posts for my blog, a blog focused on the journey of caregiving ? Writing has always been important, but for some reason, expressing my thoughts with the pen lacked appeal. Maybe it was due to a variety of events. The unexpected interim principalship, coupled with caring for my grandchildren, left little time. When June 30, the last day of the principalship arrived, feelings of ” Now what?” permeated my thoughts. In December 2025, we said goodbye to my mother-in-law, something I never wanted. Looking back, I see that it took time grieve her absence, grieve and celebrate an ending to the principalship. A trip to Greece, Alaska, and Wyoming as well as short getaways to Michigan and Missouri reinvigorated and inspired. Crafting blog entries must continue!

So, here I am, ready to write about the journey. However, this time my journey will be different, focusing on voyages of different people, reflecting upon travel’s impact, and the thrill of adventures.

Join me as I begin a trek into the travel world.

Winding trail through misty highlands toward distant sunlit mountains
How does your journey relate to this picture?

Affected

At times, I disengage from news stories. Although the news may be tragic, I read it, pause for a moment, and then go onward. However, the news about Nancy Guthrie is quite different, and I suspect this is true for others as well.

If I kept track of the frequency of “Nancy Guthrie” news checks, I probably would be amazed. I find myself thinking, ” Maybe today!”. I shake my head in disbelief as another possible lead disappoints.

My emotions range from anger toward the person who kidnapped her to incredible sorrow for the family. Then I ponder her age. Who kidnaps an 84 year old mother and grandmother? Memories of my mother-in-law and mom, both now deceased, flood my mind. Saying goodbye to a parent is difficult. It doesn’t matter the age. This situation can only be termed as unimaginable heartbreak and pain.

My “let’s fix this” mindset prompts me to say, ” I need to go there and look for her myself ” , but this is ridiculous. I have no credentials, no expertise, and no knowledge of the area of her neighborhood.

The anger I feel over this crime makes me want to write a letter to the kidnapper. In this letter, I would express my outrage at these reprehensible actions, remind about respect for elders, and somehow convince this to end. However, this is all pointless because there is no address, I have no knowledge of how criminals work, and it would complicate the process.

My other thoughts center on Savannah. When I look at the pictures of the two of them enjoying life and each other, I feel tears trickling down my cheeks. I grieve with her, even though I do not know her. I wonder how she is able to cope each day. Above all, I pray for her and that a resolution will come soon. It’s the only thing I can do.

Freedom

” I hope you have a good Christmas!” My daughter’s comments to her grandparents at Thanksgiving made me stop and reflect. “Where would they be this Christmas since they decided that Florida would not be in the best interest this year?

When we left their home after celebrating Christmas, I looked at her, sitting in the chair, and suddenly realized it was going to be her last Christmas. I wanted to deny it, but the signs, excessive sleeping and her posture, indicated otherwise.The month of December, filled with Christmas activities, included another one on December 10: the passing of my dear mother-in-law.

Her passing went quickly. She entered the hospital, the decision was made to place her in a hospice facility, and she passed away a mere 48 hours later.

I know she had a good Christmas because she is free of the painful leg wounds, free of daily medication, and free of aches that never could be fixed with medication.

I also wanted her to have a good Christmas, but I also wanted more time with her, more laughs, and more shopping trips.

Now that Christmas is over, can I say that we had a good Christmas?

The answer is a resounding yes. Knowing that she is without pain means that we had a very good Christmas. I will always miss her, but she must be celebrating Christmas in the best way possible. That, I would say, is a fantastic Christmas journey.

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Freedom– the name of the rose for the casket spray.

Six Year Mark

How do people remember those who passed? This isn’t the first time I have asked this question. I know someone who marks the date with a family dinner. Others visit the gravesite.

My mother’s passing came without anything done. No communication with relatives, no action on my part, and no remarks.

However, I woke up today, the day after, and remembered. “Did my mother pass away on the 9th or 19th?” I had to locate the funeral bulletin to be sure.

Thinking about her passing the day after the date made me wonder. Is this what happens to people after a certain amount of time? Perhaps it is that way when it is about someone who is older. I doubt it happens when it is a young person. My mother was 89 years old and lived a full life. Her obituary is proof.

However, I still felt a sense of regret that I didn’t do anything on the actual day.

The question, though, is this: does it matter? Does it matter that I didn’t communicate with my brother about this date when we often mention her in communication?

My action step is to create another list of ways to remember her, regardless of the date. Time to get started!

  • Send a care package to her granddaughter who lives in another state
  • Eat a Dove chocolate or share some with another person
  • Take a picture of her great grandchildren by the tulip tree we planted in her honor
  • Donate money to a charity. This is easy because my son is trying to raise money for children’s cancer research.
  • Have a picnic
  • Put out flags for September 11
  • Attend a concert
  • Listen to ABBA music
  • Listen to John Denver music
  • Remind my brother of the date

Achieving the items on this list will help me remember my mother in a positive way on any date. Actionable steps make a difference!

Communicating Grief

I read once that grief can hit you without warning. It can surprise you because you think it’s done and then, BAM! Maybe that is what happened when I heard the news about the type of deaths that I would term as shocking- a young father who died as a result of a accident with a car moving, a young girl killed when her friend, the driver of the car she was riding in, lost control and crashed. Gone. I didn’t know either of these people but know people connected to them, so it filled me with sadness. I felt like having an ugly cry, but it usually give me a raging headache, so I somewhat composed myself.

I immediately wondered, ” What would my mother do in these instances?” I discovered the answer in the chestnut colored desk drawers. I somehow have accrued boxes of cards for different occasions and found several. My mother frequently wrote others cards on Sunday afternoons. But what do you write that actually conveys true sentiments?

A 2018 CNN news article outlined the reasons that the phrase, ‘Thoughts and Prayers” became a type of joke. These phrase was often used after school shootings. It became a type of joke because it didn’t seem that anything was actually doing done to stop the school shootings. The topic of school shootings, hotly debated, is one that doesn’t seem to go away. The phrase, thoughts and prayers, is one I want to avoid now because I do want to convey my grief in a genuine manner, but how?

The first question is to figure out why thoughts and prayers seems to trigger such a sentiment of distaste. Why is it that people dislike it so much?

The answer is because it feels like a copy/paste, completed checklist item, and “I’m doing this because I’m forced to” kind of reply. When one is grieving, the heartfelt notes mean something. They give a reason to pause in the midst of the grief.

Then what is a good response? I discovered a few.

  1. Memories I know that I appreciated moments when people shared memories of my father volunteering at a thrift store or times when he fixed a home antenna.
  2. Reminders that God is the ultimate comfort– Psalm 23
  3. https://mygriefandloss.org/resources— This website contains a plethora of resources to help.

What helps when facing an ugly cry? Diversions always help. These photos may bring a smile.

A Different Role

As we enter the last week of February, I am pausing my workload to return to this blog. It’s been quiet for some time now because my father passed away in November.

I can hardly believe that he is actually gone. Yes, he lived a long life, but I miss him terribly. I wish I could still walk into his room and hear his greeting, ” HEY!!!” I wish I could sit down with him and talk about his stories about WWII and how he outwitted the Germans. I wish I could organize all his messy papers, show him pictures of the family, and take him on walks on the outside trails.

I didn’t feel like writing about it and, at first, I could not articulate the reasons. I suppose that the busyness of work and the holidays keeps one from writing. After a parent passes away, one needs to manage paperwork and other tasks. My brother has managed this part which is a blessing.

Upon further reflection, however, I think it was because of the closure that I always dreaded. Both parents are gone. I don’t think I have fully come to terms with this truth. My Michigan visits will be different now. I will not be heading to Waterford. I don’t even know if I could actually walk into Waterford right now without feeling a huge void and expressing the ” ugly cry”, not the best presentation of myself.

It was the email, though, that prompted me to rethink my feelings. ” Do you know of any Christian podcasts that focus on issues with aging parents?” It was a wake-up call for me. It reminded me of the importance of helping those who are caregivers. It reminded me of the need to establish a caregiving support group at church. In other words,the journey must continue. My role must continue. But what does this look like? This is for another blog post. In the meantime, I will share some pictures of my father’s service.

My dad would have loved having family together for the luncheon.
We had very few flowers at the service. It was better that way. More people contributed to my father’s choice of charity.
My brother, his wife, Mitch, and I were all together when my father passed away. I am truly grateful that I could witness his peaceful passing into eternity. I was not present when my mother passed away and always regretted it.

Five Years Later

The recent school visit of an Indiana politician prompted me to get back to this blog. Why? Her birthday is the same day as my mother’s: September 24. It also reminded me of my previous checklist in September.

My mother would have absolutely adored Julia.

It seems only fitting to create another one, so here it goes!

  • Writing cards to others was one of my mother’s Sunday evening tasks. It’s a good way to start the week.
  • Eating Dove chocolates brings back so many memories!
  • Giving a financial gift to Elim, a special needs school, seems fitting since she always had a heart for those with physical or intellectual disabilities.
  • Sending a care package to someone who lost her mother seems like a very good way to remember her.
  • I need to take a picture of the tulip tree we planted in her memory.
  • Reading a Robert Frost poem is perfect since she is the one who suggested using “The Road Less Taken” for my ninth grade graduation.
  • Although she loved KFC and Burger King, I may just need to drive by these restaurants.
  • Cleaning windows, always a necessary task, brings back memories of paper towels, ladders, and some left over streaks.
  • I have to iron! She ironed Mitch’s shirts in a way I cannot reproduce.
  • Reading a book is a Must Do task as she frequented the church library and read every Sunday afternoon.
  • Listening to Bach, the oldies, or ABBA will bring a smile to my face.
  • I want to donate financially to each of our kids’ churches. She would be incredibly blessed to know that they attend church on their own, without a parent taking them.
  • Working with children was one of her favorite parts of life. She particularly enjoyed providing child care at MOPS, a church-run mother’s group. That’s a pretty easy memory to copy!
  • A picnic, her favorite pastime, is a great way to honor her.
  • Reading Psalm 24 is a nice way to remember that she was born on the 24th day of September.
  • I hope I can remember to plant tulips in October!
  • Attending a concert would remind me of the times she would tell me about these different events. I doubt my father would have attended any if it wasn’t for her.

As the month continues, I hope I can make it a priority to remember. Five years goes quickly.