I find, when I am upset, cooking to be a therapeutic excercise.  It seems to help calm the restlessness and helpless feelings that sometimes overwhelm me.

So it is this morning, potatoes and eggs are simmering for potato salad, a batch of dough is rising for hot rolls.

My brothers, sister and other family members will be gathering at Mother and Dad’s  to say good bye to Mother.  She is on hospice and we know that time is short.

Food may or may not be needed or appreciated but at least the effort of concocting it and taking  it will make me feel like I am doing something to help out. I can’t do much else…