Potato heart – #griefheart number 167

Randy makes these hash brown potatoes. The boys have always loved them. Charles loved these. And french fries that Randy would make.

I smelled them the other night cooking and it brought back that memory. Charles often cooked late at night because he slept so poorly. And because that’s when he got hungry. He would warm these up in the toaster oven. If I got up to go to the bathroom I would smell them being reheated.

What is the #griefheart project?

I explain my #griefheart project here.

See all #griefhearts so far on pinterest or on this blog … Read more...

Empty heart – #griefheart number 141

Somedays you feel like an empty shell–the grief so heavy your heart hurts. I miss my boy every day. And some days it’s so much harder. Today was one of those days.

I loved how Charles would ask me to lunch, give me hugs and come seek me out to talk to me. He’d remind Richard to get me a birthday card and Charles would always draw one especially for me. It was always hilarious. I ache I miss that so much because no one else really invests himself like he did to let another person know they matter. There … Read more...