The last time

This is the last glass of Quinces Jelly made by my mother. In Fall 2012.
She died in March 2013 but it never really felt like she was gone for good.
For 10 years I have visited her twice a year in Germany, she never came to Reno.
When I left her, I always knew that it could be the last time I saw her. But then I returned to Reno and I heard her sweet voice on the phone again and read so many letters that she wrote to me. I have thousands of pictures of her.
So, even after the funeral, it never really felt like it had been a good-bye for ever. It felt rather as if she was still there in her house in Germany.
Only this morning, it hit me.
This is the last glass of her delicious jelly. She will never be able to make one again.