Chef

I saw a story about a chef, 49, who died from a brain aneurysm. She had no idea. She had texted family she was feeling great. 

Chicago Mourns Death of Adored Goddess & Grocer Executive Chef

I read a quote from another story about her and immediately thought of you.

“I’m incredibly sad and missing her, and I always have those memories,” Pinkney said, reminiscing about when Dedinsky first walked into her restaurant years ago. “But I know she was happy until the end, because she didn’t know that was the end. She died at her happiest.” 

I am so happy your last memories are of the beach, your sister, your kids, your grandkids. I am happy to know that those thoughts, are your last...stamped in time...forever on your soul. 

I have more to write, but I have to step away. You are so so so sooooooooooo missed. After typing that I just said, "Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo big." God. I never will forget you saying that to so many babies. 

Always in my heart Mom. There forever. Bobby




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