I don't know Jennifer Perillo, and to be honest with as many food blogs as I follow, I've never run across hers. But a few days ago, bloggers I did follow on Twitter started to mention her, and I head over to her site to try and figure out what had happened out of pure curiosity.
What I found was a woman in her 30's, with two young children, like myself, who had just lost her husband. Suddenly and unexpectedly. It's not an exaggeration to say that she is living my (and many others) worst nightmare. And as much as I try not to, I can't tell you that I've never wondered what I would do if this happened to me. Just a few weekends ago, I sent A. away to visit his family with both kids and I stayed home. I had to stop myself from thinking the worst - what if something happened to all three of them? When A. used to travel a lot for work, I was a constant ball of worry over whether he would make it home. Perhaps I struggle with these morbid thoughts because I have never truly had anyone close to me die, other than elderly grandparents whose time had come.
As I started to read stories from other bloggers and really get a grasp on Jennie's situation, I could not help but be overwhelmed with a sense of sadness and grief for her and her children. On her blog, this was her request:
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 spent yesterday afternoon making a catastrophe of my kitchen, and ended up with two pies. One for my dearest A. and my kids, and one that I will be giving to my parents. Baking has always felt like love to me, so I instantly wanted to be on board for this tribute. I will be holding my family closer to me tonight as we enjoy this treat.
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