Gods...you've got me in tears, Sirrocco. I can relate far too well to this - I loved both of my grandmothers very dearly, and in the end, neither one recognized me. And my mom's mother, who practically helped raise me....it was a long process. For a purpose like this...for THIS...I'd move heaven and earth to deliver samples of the stuff. Beautiful.
Edit - It's...also appropriate that it arrived disguised as honey. My mom's dad was a beekeeper, and I have some fond memories of helping Grandma prepare comb honey to be sold in the summer. In remembrance of her, I probably would send it disguised like that.
Edit - It's...also appropriate that it arrived disguised as honey. My mom's dad was a beekeeper, and I have some fond memories of helping Grandma prepare comb honey to be sold in the summer. In remembrance of her, I probably would send it disguised like that.