30 Cookbooks & 4 Journals

This is not a post related to any recipe or the vegan lifestyle.

This post is about my grandmother and her 30 cookbooks and 4 journals.

As I've mentioned in previous posts, my grandmother is really sick at the hospital. I just came from seeing her and I can't stop the tears falling down my cheeks and over the keyboard.
Today I was looking for something in the closet in the basement and I found a box that I couldn't move because it was really heavy. I thought that maybe it would be easier to move it if I took something out of it. I was pretty sure that it was going to be some tools from my dad, but I was totally surprised when I found books with pretty food covers. I forgot completely what I was looking for, instead I sat on the floor and started looking at each book.
When I opened the first book a couple of papers fell, I picked them up and recognized the writing , it was clearly my grandmother's writing.

I read each recipe in awe, they were obviously not vegan, but the recipes were complex and looked mouthwatering. I continued reading the books and looking at the pictures. In between the 30 cookbooks I found 4 journals, all of them filled with her own recipes in her own handwriting. I wanted to cry but I didn't want to ruin her papers. She had salads, soups, entrees, cakes, cookies, and more...
I quickly ran upstairs for my own green journal. Somehow I managed to carry the heavy box to my room. I looked at each journal with my own journal next to them.
She can't talk anymore so she never told me she had journals with her own recipes.
I've discovered that I have alot more in common with my grandmother than I thought. I can tell that she put a lot of love into her recipes, and I want to do that too. Everytime I write in that green journal I'm going to think of my grandmother, and how big of a blessing she is.

Please keep praying for the lady with the 30 cookbooks and 4 journals.

Those are the cookbooks and journals...and the green one joining them is mine.