Why the Hell Did She Call Her Blog "Cut Onion"???

Cut Onions??? What's up with that? Has AM been watching too many cooking shows???

No, there is actually a story behind this title (really, honestly). Some of you may already know the story...of how QMM was responsible for cutting onions in our house when we had a big function to cook for. He was always recruited to peel and cut the onions. He would complain, question why his sister and brother were spared from this horrendous task, and lament about the agony his eyes were in. Yet, he always got the job done. That's the background story. Fast forward to a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn, with our Brooklyn cousins. And without the boys. KF, the writer of the family, and whose home we were visiting, suggested I start a blog. A blog where I could express myself. One of our other cousins on the west coast, NA, had also suggested it to me not too long ago. I decided, why not? if nothing else, I know KF will come on my blog!
But what to name this blog? We didn't want to put my name, or my boys' names on the title; otherwise, a search engine would yield my blog to perhaps curious eyes. KF, FA, and myself went through several names, but none of those titles were available. The whole time we were racking our brains, MFA and BM were lying on the floor, quietly talking. All of a sudden, we heard MFA say "cut onions". No, I did not hear angels singing hallelujah, lightning did not strike me, and I did not stand up and yell "by Jove I've got it! That's the title for my blog!!!!". In fact, I totally ignored it. It was KF who said "that's a great title for the blog". And I thought, she's right (again!). It represents a memory of QMM (no dis to AMM), and it also represents our present situation. Doesn't it?
If you think about it, this grief process is like an onion. As you cut the onion, or work your way through grief, the tears just keep on coming, even if you try to stop them. But it's part of the deal...tears with cut onions...tears with grief. And it's a natural process; to try to halt it would be unnatural.
I hope this blog may someday help others who are also grieving. On that note, I go out now to buy a laptop so that I can share with all of you a piece of me, and my boys.

Till later.