Loughlin L-O-V-E-D his mom's chocolate chip cookies. He would always sneak the dough and when I told him no more, I would always sneak some into the fridge for him for later. He would then devour the cookies, sometimes dipped in milk, sometimes running out the door.
I have only made my cookies once since the accident. It is so hard to make them knowing Loughlin won't be here to give me a big thumbs up and a hug. Miss you so much buddy.
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I've been reading these memories, and it makes me wonder if you feel it's a blessing to have so many memories with Loughlin, or if it is more of a blessing not to have had as many, like with Rhiannon. Especially after reading how supportive the community is, and how they still recognized Loughlin for the Eagle in spirit, it makes me wonder how it makes you feel about Rhiannon. Does it trouble you that she did not live as long to be able to have accomplished as much? I think people who knew Loughlin, and even know you, may not understand the complexities of compounding grief. I think especially if you have already found ways to cope with the grief in the initial loss, the loss of another child just imposes new things to have to cope with that weren't there before. I don't even know if you recognize this, but something tells me I should ask. And if I shouldn't have, please forgive me. I may not be articulating it well, though, because it was something I feel more than I know how to say. I hope you can understand. I'll look forward to getting to "know" Loughlin even more.
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