Son: “Mom, can we go to In and Out for lunch? I really want to go there while we are here, near one.”
Mom: “Sure. what makes you want to go there? We have never been there before.”
Son: “Jade loved In-n-Out. She researched it. She knew everything about it. All the options. All the choices. At the funeral her dad told a story about how much she loved In-n-Out. It would be a good way to remember her. A good way to honor her.
Mom: Yes. We wil go today for lunch. Whenever you want as long as we are here where we are near one.
And there will never be a time again when I eat a burger from In-n-Out without remembering Jade.
This is what grief is.
This is what love is.
It’s In-n-Out.
Forever.
Boom. Mic drop.
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Mic drop. Booml
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Mic drop. Boom.
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Every time I see a bird in the trees, or a flower growing, I think of my Mother. This is grief. This is love.
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Forever.
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