Re: Storm and Forge
He sat there dipping a cookie into the milk she'd gotten him with a little smile; she always knew what helped and he loved that. His leg joints at the knee were sparking and so was the hip but he was happy just sitting on the kitchen floor with a glass of milk and a cookie because she was there. He just wished it wasn't such a sad time.
"Everyone copes at their own pace. It's never easy but time and fellowship with loved ones are the best medicine for grief."