Ambushed by the Biscuits
Jun. 3rd, 2007 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosI've been peaceful most of today, so I went to the grocery store for necessities. Everything was fine until I went by the cold case where they had the Pillsbury Biscuits in the cardboard cylinders.
Lohain and I shared those, along with a common bowl of flank steak strips, for what turned out to be his last meal. He had relished each one, commenting a couple of times about how good they were, and insisted I eat three.
Seeing the cartons opened up my grief again, I started crying. And while I wanted to let the tears flow, I was not going to do so in the middle of the grocery store. The awareness of his loss has opened up again like a big, black hole.
Lohain and I shared those, along with a common bowl of flank steak strips, for what turned out to be his last meal. He had relished each one, commenting a couple of times about how good they were, and insisted I eat three.
Seeing the cartons opened up my grief again, I started crying. And while I wanted to let the tears flow, I was not going to do so in the middle of the grocery store. The awareness of his loss has opened up again like a big, black hole.
