French Onion Dip & Grief

January 4, 2024

It’s simple. Probably silly, even. To cling to food as if it’s going to bring my mother back. As if somehow with the bite of our favorite snack, I’ll be transported back to when she was here. 

But with each bite of this generic dip and plain potato chips, I feel comfort. I feel a rush of memories. 

I feel her.

My mother. 

I see her.

My mother. 

I see her house decorated for the holidays, with a wonderful spread of food, and there on the counter, is a plain bag of chips and this very brand of dip. 

It’s always been our favorite, so she made sure it was there. Always. 

No matter the occasion. No matter how fancy or how mundane, it was there. 

So I buy it now. Not only because I love it, but because it’s what she’d do. Because it’s tradition. Because it was an act of love, a delicious snack we’ve treasured for decades. 

So on this Christmas Eve, I’m standing in my kitchen eating chips and french onion dip and remembering her and all of the things she did to make my life special. 

And I hope you do the same, friends. 




Happy Holidays. 

xox, Chels 

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A wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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