“When my dad died, I looked functional, but I wasn’t okay.
Not at all. I really couldn’t function. I sat on the swing in our yard and just
stared into space. People called and asked what they could do to help. I had no
idea. Then a friend sent a text: ‘Will you be home at 8:30 tonight?” ‘Yes,’ I
replied. Ten minutes later, she texted, ‘Instacart will be there at 8:30. Open
the door for them.’ ‘What?’ ‘Grief Groceries!’ When Instacart showed up, they
put two bags on my porch: frozen pizzas, ice cream, Oreos. Canned soup, frozen
lasagna, a gallon of milk. Things I could heat up if I needed a meal, or pig out
on if I needed fat and sugar. Sometimes, you just need to eat half a box of
Oreos. Notice she didn’t ask if I needed any food. I would have said no. She
just asked if I would be home. Grief groceries.” - Hugh Holloway, Jr.
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