There are some days when I think, “It cannot possibly get worse than this.” But then…it does.
Got news today that a family friend passed. It’s definitely not one of those, “At least he’s with Jesus now” moments. He and his wife were estranged…for a long time. His wife is one of my mom’s best friends since second grade. He and his kids were estranged for years as well, but have recently been reconciled.
He was a hard-working man who loved his family. Even though he was separated from his wife for years, he still supported her.
I sit here with tears in my eyes…not because I’ve seen him, or really know him anymore. I cry because he was my father’s age. As much as he drives me crazy, I don’t know what I would do if I got that news. I’d fall apart. That’s what I would do.
If you think about it, say a prayer for the Rocco family. If I’m missing, you’ll probably find me cooking something. Because, you know…food makes everything feel better.
Deneen White 
I’ve found myself biting my tongue when I say that- because you’re right…some how it always manages to.
In my creepy obit reading obsession I came across that this morning…so young…so scary!
I’ll keep them…& you…& your fam in my prayers. I’m sorry…being slapped in the face with our parents mortality just stinks honey!!
I bake when I’m upset…something sweet & chocolaty always makes me feel better!
Love you!!!
I’m so sorry, Deneen.
I’m in the food makes it better camp, too. I guess thats why this extra 35lbs keeps hanging on.
Praying for you all.