He loved all breakfast foods, and on weekends we always made a nice breakfast together.
Lev adored crepes.
Eventually I got up and, upon discovering that we had cottage cheese about to expire (which is an ideal crepe filling), I decided to make crepes anyway.
I am listening to the Dixie Chicks, making crepes, crying, and sipping tea.
Crepes will replace the can of clam chowder on his altar today.
I just want him back.
I miss him terribly, and I miss the old us, those people able to experience joy.
we get by, somehow, but it's so empty.
Rebecca
