I Was Baking Pies for Hospice Patients – Then One Arrived for Me, and I Nearly Passed Out!
Grief pushed me into the kitchen before I even had a name for what I was feeling. I wasn’t trying to be kind or selfless. I just needed something to do with my hands so my heart wouldn’t fall apart. Flour was quieter than screaming. Dough didn’t demand explanations. The night everything broke was a…