I don't know Jennifer. I didn't know Mikey.
I have read her blog posts several times and love the way she writes. I wish I had known him.
This evening I just read this post and it really hits home.
How many times have you thought of doing something special for someone special and ended up putting it off because something else came up that seemed more important?
The thought of losing my dear Mr. Smith so suddenly, so completely is oppressive to me. I can't imagine the pain of that loss. Unbearable.
So tomorrow, for Mikey, and for Jennifer too, I will be making a Peanut Butter Pie.
I realize that it won't bring Mikey back or make Mr. Smith live longer.
It just keeps the darkness back.
Just a little.