Sweet to Sour

by | Aug 8, 2010 | 0 comments

My widow friend made an astute observation last night. I was writing her because the pain was becoming just too much and I was just needing to talk and trying to think of ways to alleviate it.

She was suggesting comfort foods, but I told her how I still had little appetite and food just didn’t appeal to me. Like chocolate, which i used to love- and people keep bringing me- I have no desire for it.
She asked if there was anything at all I craved or felt like and I told her for some reason I was craving lemonade a lot.
From sweet to tart- that’s interesting – she said.

JAC

August 8, 2010
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