I have not written to you all in a while. We have mourned, are mourning, the loss of my infant niece in August.
In this sadness, love has comforted us in meeting our most basic needs–companionship and food.
On the first day when the news was still raw and fearful, I found myself going to the grocery store. I starting sobbing at the checkout counter and got a hug from a cashier I’ve now come to know as a friend. In a day cut off from physical contact with any other dear friends, her hug helped me so much.
When we drug ourselves back to Little Rock from the long funeral journey, waiting at home for us in the fridge was a meal from friends. Sometimes love is a quiche. And love is most certainly a quiche with homemade butter crust.
There isn’t any magic potion to cure the hurt.
But if people are going to live, to heal, to thrive, they need love and they need food. What a comfort when love and food are gently combined in a medium sized mixing bowl.