Below I have written an important eulogy for something very special that I recently lost due to a fatal accident. Throughout the eulogy is a gallery of that subject except for the photo at the very end:
This special someone was actually somebody I completely overlooked for years and years. In fact, I’ve never actually formed a close relationship with this someone until AFTER I posted the blog, and it was a good half year into my blogging career too when we first met. But to this someone: you played such a significant role in my journey by lending me enough space for creativity and freedom of expression.
You cannot recall, but I wasn’t actually present on the day of your destruction. When I discovered the news of your loss, I literally stumbled because I was so taken aback. My hand pressed against my chest as I felt something within me die inside. I remember lying in bed that same night envisioning how vulnerable you must have looked and all the pain you must have endured after you fell to the ground and shattered. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.
I cannot bear to forget the day we met. It was actually the evening of April 30th, 2015–I was cooking up chocolate oatmeal for Thursday’s breakfast when I looked around, opened a door, saw you and thought: “Wow, this is new. Maybe I’ll try this out of curiosity”. Pretty much, an unbreakable relationship just blossomed from there. My father would warn me that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with you because certain occassions were just “not appropriate” (Father: “Cassie, we’re having a stir-fry. This is not meant to hold a stir fry.” Me: “Well, people put their smoothies in bowls, and were smoothies once meant to be in bowls?”). Regardless, we persisted all the way, no matter how weird it was to be seen together.
So many memories have been formed from our past. We held hands. You waited for me every morning in my kitchen before I’d make my food and accompany me all along the way. You witnessed my terrible cooking messes and practice utmost patience no matter how many times I failed and scurried around like a headless chicken trying to clean everything up before my parents came home from walking the dog to see that their kitchen was turned upside down. You modeled for me in the scorching sunny days, the rain, the fog, the cloudy mornings, and even at night inside when the light of the evening sky just didn’t hit you correctly. You held all of my other best friends in your delicate grasp. You made them all look more beautiful and accepted that I ate them all up at the end of our photoshoots. You volunteered to be in the majority of my YouTube videos while the rest of my folks were generally pretty camera shy. You were practically part of the family. Whenever I traveled away from home, I knew you’d stay in the same place waiting for me. I brought you to school one day for lunch and my friends looked at us like we were nuts, but we didn’t care.
There will never, ever, be anybody quite like you. Your beauty was extraordinary. You were transparent in every manner but I loved you anyways. As of now, life won’t be the same without you. Remember the saying “there are plenty of fish in the sea”? That’s implicating that you will be just as happy with a trout even after all of the Atlantic salmon go extinct. You were part of the reason why my food photography was distinctive from everybody else’s. You possessed an authenticity that no other food blogger could acquire the same way. For most, life can easily go on without someone like you, and in a literal sense, it can. It just takes a trip to World Market or HomeGoods and we’d be through. But in my case, you will always be something so dear to my heart and so dear to my life that I could not possibly continue so quickly. Rest in peace. You will truly, truly, truly, be missed.
Ever had a kitchen tool or dishware that you loved so dearly? What is your favorite dishware that you put EVERYTHING in?