And perhaps this is why the random find of some too-sweet biscuits was so good, because it was an unexpected ‘drop-in’ on my life that came as a pleasant surprise. No planning, just an unscheduled meetup with some memories of the past.

There is a quiet, understated honesty in this reflection on loss one that does not rely on drama, but on truth. Not everything that is lost can be replaced, and not everything we miss makes its absence obvious. At times, it is something as simple as a familiar biscuit on a shelf that brings back a sense of identity, origin, and a reminder of how delicate and transient closeness can be.