A recipe for happiness

This story couldn’t have come at a better time. I know it’s not about me, but I identify so strongly with the narrator and that overwhelming agony of loss right now that it feels so incredibly personal. The past few weeks have taken me through the anniversaries of three family members’ deaths and one wholly traumatic event, and those wounds that I thought scarred over have been ripped open like they’d never closed in the first place.
And yet, this story gives me hope. I don’t know why, but it does. Even as I hear my 13-year-old dog snoring in the next room and know that his time is approaching, too, I don’t feel as sad as I did twenty minutes ago.

Thank you for sharing. I truly appreciate it.

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