Serena

by Ron Rash

It struck her how eating was a comfort during a hard time because it reminded you that there had been other days, good days, when you’d eaten the same thing. Reminded you there were good days in life, when precious little else did.

I’ve always been moved by the ritual of eating a communal meal after a death, something shared but a reminder life goes on. A small, good thing, as Raymond Carver would say