Sometimes when I am driving alone, my thoughts veer into a dangerous place. I begin to imagine what my life would be like without my loved ones it in. I begin to picture their funeral and the morbid thought of waking up in a world where they no longer lived. The next thing I know, I am weeping at a traffic light–all over events that only live in my imagination.
Unfortunately, food blogger Jennie has to live in the reality of that nightmare. My heart broke today when I found out that her husband Mike suddenly died of a heart attack a few weeks ago. To have him one day, and the next he is gone. I cannot imagine my life as a widow—what a terrible title to have.
Dear readers, please pray for Jennie and her two little girls. Consider giving to help their family with unexpected expenses in this tragedy. If nothing else, then bake Mike’s favorite peanut butter pie in his honor. She requested on her blog:
“For those asking what they can do to help my healing process, make a peanut butter pie this Friday and share it with someone you love. Then hug them like there’s no tomorrow because today is the only guarantee we can count on.”
I think I might do just that this evening.