Thank you friends. Each day has been different. Grief is fickle. I miss her wholeheartedly. My family thanks you. We watched a television show a few nights ago called the Whispers, and this line has been with me since. It’s true. “my mom said that grief is a suitcase that sits at the bottom of your bed, and no matter what, without failure, you have to pick it up every day, take it with you. Some days it will be filled with rocks, and you don’t think you can carry it, and then other days, light as a feather.”
Schmiles, Chef Mitchie www.facebook.com/mitchiesmunchies
