This morning I wake with tears in my eyes. It’s the same old dream. A 4 a.m. wake-up call:
Me: When are you coming home, William? He just stares.
Me: It doesn’t make sense. What happened that night? He just stares
The loss of a child. It will never make sense. No matter an accident, an illness, a miscarriage. A loved child gone too soon is just plain heart wrenching and tragic. Sometimes it’s best to accept what one cannot control. To find some resolution and in the words of my sweet boy, “Get over it”. But there is no getting over the loss of a child, but instead the acceptance of things that cannot be changed.
Another thing I cannot change is the fact that there is still one more day of summer. I am holding on as long as I can. I can’t officially say good-bye until tomorrow. Can you take one more summer recipe? It is among the simplest and easiest I do. Only 4 ingredients including one of my favorite fruits, fresh figs.
~now bid a fond farewell to summer
You are an amazing writer.
Thanks…from the heart
Figs will make anyone forget for a while ! My favorite !!!!!
the fig tree you gave me is doing well–hope to get it through another winter
thinking of you my friend
…and I am thinking about you competing and winning the Pillsbury Bake-Off–good happy thoughts!!
<3 this look like a recipe to end summer with!
it is a nice combination of salty sweet and sour
You always amaze and uplift me ! Your recipes have your heart right in the middle of them ! This one is awesome….love figs…love summer ! xxoo
Happy to hear that a positive message somehow makes its way through the sad parts
A beautiful last day of summer recipe. Wishing you sweet dreams.
Love your wish–I will take sweet dreams every night. Hope yours are the same
Thinking of you, Lisa
Thank you, Mary. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods
Lisa you can say it all my friend. Peace and happiness will come. Autumn is a beautiful time of year. A time of reflection. xo
Just going to fill my bucket with happy times like Charlotte’s & Ben’s beautiful wedding.