My cousin Jim shows me how to cook an egg in a basket.
Grief pent up will burst the heart. Old English Proverb
“The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them
“Loss, once it’s become a certainty, is like a rock you hold in your hand. It has weight and dimension and texture. It’s solid and
“You never know what private grief others are going through.” Susan Rebecca White, A Place at the Table
“Time doesn’t really heal, it just makes you not to give a crap” David Baldacci, Split Second