I’m so sorry. This is the second Christmas without my mom. It doesn’t get easier so much as it gets different. I still miss her but I can enjoy the memories more now.
Some 30 years after my grandma died, I was traveling and came to a little park. It was no where near her home but the tiny daisies in the grass reminded me of visiting the park when I spent summers at her house. I cried like a baby. There’s no time limit for grief.
I’m sorry you had to go through that but now I’m curious, why is peanut butter evil? PB on toast, on a tortilla, on crackers, its pretty much food of the gods so long as you don’t have allergies.
Where’s our talking pancake guide to explain all this to us?