Grief: A food memory

My husband died fifteen years ago and this is a happy-sad memory about food.

One morning, I sleepily walked into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. I had left a pan of dinner on the stove for my daughter, the night before. She would be returning from work after the rest of us were in bed. As I picked up the pan to wash it with a few other dishes, I noticed one ravioli and one carrot left in the bottom of the pan.

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Andrea Hylen

Andrea Hylen

Founder of Heal My Voice and The Incubator. Life Scientist. Live house-free. Widow. Mom of Adult Daughters. Grief. Writing Sexuality. Evolutionary Woman