I really want to get into cooking.
I love food, everyone loves food…If I make food for people they will love me?
It’s so hard to see a loved one at their end.
All that’s left is their soul barely hanging on. My aunt doesn’t even resemble herself, her spirit has gone because she’s too weak. I can still hear her saying, “hey Tay Tay! I’m so happy to see you!” When I used to visit her and now she’s unable to communicate… but I know she’s thinking that by the way she looked at me. It’s probably hard for her to see me cry and her not be able to say anything but I can’t help it. It’s hard for me to see her in pain and the way she is now; just a shell of herself. She reached out to hold my hand and that means so much to me. I just want her to be happy and pain free.