Grief doesn’t follow a timeline. It doesn’t tidy itself into neat stages or vanish with the seasons. Sometimes it sits with you at the kitchen table—quiet, heavy, familiar. And sometimes, the most healing thing you can do is make something simple, nourishing, and kind—not just for your body, but for your soul.
This isn’t a recipe with rigid rules. It’s an invitation: to move slowly, to honor what’s lost, and to care for yourself as you would a dear friend.
