Chapter 10

Everyone I know is being incredibly kind and supportive. The fridge and freezer have been stocked with enough casseroles and ready to heat meals that I probably won’t have to darken the door of a grocery store for another month. Even Katie made me a batch of minestrone soup that was nothing short of amazing.

I push aside a vase of flowers that arrived this afternoon so that I will have a space to eat. I find it slightly depressing that so many flowers have to die whenever a person passes. Though several people had the idea to send potted plants, which was nice. One of those people was Mari.

Mari. For the fifth time this week I look at the lily she sent and pick up the card that came with it. There is the usual expression of sympathy but also ‘If there’s anything I can do to help, just call,’ along with her phone number.