One of the ways to show love for people is to cook for them, especially when they are in need of compassion and support, even if they don’t ask for it or know that they need it.
A dear friend is in mourning while having her hands full with the paperwork of a deceased parent, and running of a full house with child and her surviving parent while having a bun in the oven. It can’t be easy, as I recall my having days of not wanting to do anything, feeling numb and unmotivated the weeks following my father’s passing. Even though people offered to help, I personally found it impossible to think at all, let alone ask for help, and thus the rare few who offered to bring food became the angels that nourished me throughmy own loss of a parent.
I feel that making comfort foods her and her family will enjoy is an unintrusive way to give support and love, leaving those grieving the physical space they might need, but letting them know they are not alone. Fot me, the sharing or gifting of food brings about a sense of community, and I cherish my urban families. So let us showgratutude when we can, as often as we can. Love to you all.