Ok so this is silly, but I was making some bean salad to take to work last night and it made me miss you. It's weird how under normal circumstances making my lunch for work wouldn't mean anything, but now it does. About a week before you passed you told me you wanted me to make you some bean salad and bring it to you when I came home the following weekend. The last time I made bean salad I made it for you, but you never got to eat it. You took a turn for the worse and passed on Thursday, you didn't make it to the following weekend you were referring to.
Grief is a funny thing, why does something as goofy as bean salad make me sad?
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