He was helping me with a big pot of spaghetti sauce. Then later on helped me make a pot of shrimp chowder...wowza...it was good! I'll post the recipe soon...I used one I found online, but made several additions to it.
Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting me further The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry I'm already crying inside Help me heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending it doesn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child Knowing that she has been missed. You ask me how I'm doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine" But healing is something on going I feel it will take a lifetime.