All this is good. Shortbread and cakes made with your daughters, family meals enjoyed if you can. Family recipes which bring back laughter and times shared. My Dad still has a lump in his throat when he talks about his mother's shortbread / berates her for always leaving him to do the cooking :) I remember my grandmother just before she died hiding sweets for me in her bedclothes and telling me stories. Hugs and smells and memories of perfume. Being told what the flowers are in her favourite garden / making mud pies - whatever it takes to have physical experiences too.