Friday, August 12, 2011

A Pie For Mikey, Jennifer and their Girls

I bake with love.  It is the most important ingredient that I have.  It goes in to everything I make.  And today, it is going in to this Peanut Butter Pie….for Mikey, for Jennifer, for my family, for those who are no longer here to enjoy it.

The pie is chilling. And I am emotionally wiped.  It has been a heartbreaking week.  Hearing of Jennifer losing her husband, Mikey, this past Sunday has left many of us spinning, wondering why?, how?, what now?…an outpouring of love for someone that many of us only know in the virtual world.  I have not had the pleasure of meeting Jennifer in person, though I feel as though I know her.  I wish I could give her a hug, comfort her, FEED her.  I am on the other side of the country, I cannot do any of those things.  There are people there to do it for her, and for those of us who cannot be there, we can do one thing for her today…make a Pie for Mikey, at her request.  Read the pie story here.  I still cannot believe that she was able to string such beautiful words together, but then again that is what we do, we write, we share.

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I wanted to share a poem with Jennifer, one that brought me comfort when I lost my Step Father to a sudden heart attack, and then again 10 months later when my Father died.   Today I felt their presence as I made this pie. When I share it later today with my boys I will tell them a story about both of them, as I am sure Jennie will do when sharing this pie with her daughters the next time she makes it. 

 

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

I hope you find peace. May your memories and love get you through this incredibly hard time.

Much love.

2 comments:

Jen H said...

such a lovely poem and such a great way to think about something so heartbreaking. Lovely post.

The Vanilla Bean Baker said...

I'm sorry that you lost your father and step-father and within a year of one another is even more tragic. Your pie and the poem are beautiful tributes for Mikey.