Is it normal for cheese to remind me of a lost relative?
When I was much younger, my grandmother used to baby sit me. When I got hungry, she always used to give me a certain type of cheese. Because of this, I always associated the cheese with her, and even went so far as to naming it after her. As a kid the nickname was easier to say than the full name of the cheese, so that's just what I always called it.
I am now in my teens. Earlier this year, my beloved grandmother had a recurrence of cancer and died a month or two ago. Every time I eat that type of cheese I am literally sobbing by the time I finish a single slice. It reminds me of her so much, the pain just kills me. Is this normal?